He's got a sharkskin suit

And a diamond earring he's got jet black hair,

Just like his mother

He's got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother

He's got a shotgun fuse,

Don't you pull his trigger





Broke from jail without a gun,

Public enemy number one killed a man on the run, on the lam,

Without bail headed straight back to jail.

Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o





He's gonna make his mark at a vegas hotel

He rolls snake-eyes down,

He's gonna make his money

He's headin' west, on a killin' spree

Down in l.a., you know the killin's free







(he was born on the 4th of july the kind of guy,

When he spoke to you,

He stared you straight in the eye you know, man,

When he walked into the room,

You would feel it and man,

When he walked in the room,

It sounded like this)



He got a hundred years,

And the electric chair

His final words were, i don't care





(the way the legend goes,

Is he was executed shortly after midnight

Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself

One witness said he died with a smile on his face

He was one bad, bad man)