Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys

Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down