| Do you know Tony Montana
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| Rode a boat here from Havana
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| Scar from eating pussy lines his face
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| Finds a day job washing dishes
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| Hates his life, he only wishes
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| Some day in this world to find his place
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| And he has a scheme
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| For his own drug regime
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| Dream, Scarface, dream
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| Hired by the gangster Omar
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| He climbs the ranks, he’s getting so far
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| Selling guns and drugs out in the streets
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| Soon he works for Frank, the main boss
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| Doing hits and dodging chainsaws
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| Getting rich and living life so sweet
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| But he craves romance
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| In his disco pants
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| Dance, Scarface, dance
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| See, Tony wants to rule the world
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| So he kills Frank and steals his girl
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| She’ll give him the son he’s never had
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| Alas, her womb is so polluted
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| From the powder she has tooted
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| There’ll be no son and that makes Tony sad
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| As he looks to the sky
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| Hear his plaintive cry
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| Fly, pelican, fly
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| Now he starts to get too high
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| On his own supply
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| Thinking he’s the only game in town
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| And his enemies decide
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| On a plot of regicide
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| It’s time for the king to lose his crown
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| Scarface must go down
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| Oh, Tony’s killers soon surround him
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| Sensing death has finally found him
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| He aims his gun, prepared to do his part
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| And as he shouts «It's not the end
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| Say hello to my little friend!»
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| Assassins' bullets pierce his fragile heart
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| It’s a tragic goodbye
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| He had flown so high
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| Cuban butterfly
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| Die, Scarface, die |