Listen, listen,
Was that a bird call or was it a signal?
In the middle distance,
I think it's Dignan and he's springing me out,
Out on the lam, we'll stick to the plan,
No room for manoeuvre,
Play by the book but change how we look,
And keep our heads down.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Once more, encore,
My constitution suits this life of an outlaw,
Racing, racing,
We might be fugitives, but nobody's chasing,
Out in the clear, it's safe when you're near,
Your cool is contagious,
Pour one for me, that sweet daiquiri,
Goes down like a dream.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Our luck may be out and the money spent,
But no-one's gonna touch us,
'Cause we're innocent.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.
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