Big shot, tell you what Tell me what goes on around here Go on and get me in the corner Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer Tell me that this world is no place for the weak Then you can look me in the eye And tell me if you see a trace of fear
You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta have no illusions Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Okay, what you say Tell me what they're wearing this year Go on and laugh at me cause you don't see That I got something going right here Say I'm just a dreamer Say I'm just a kid Well ace, shut your face Maybe you will see or hear
You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta have no illusions Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Big shot, thanks a lot Gotta go it's getting late I got a date with my tailor now Thanks for putting me so straight Tell me how they run the crime down every street But check your watch and wallet now Before I go and you're too late
You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta have no illusions Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Compositor: David Ian Jackson (Jackson Joe) ECAD: Obra #12883433 Fonograma #1287664