He jammed his roscoe in the shop-keeper's button

While sweat ran down his face like a water fountain

The silent alarm had been sounded - siren's hounded

But the flim-flammer jumped in his flivver and faded.

Back at the whorehouse, Ma Barker laid it on thick

"Ya dumb mug, get your mitts off 'da marbles before

 I stuff that mudpipe down your mush - and tell your two

 bit moll to hand over the mazuma!"

"The word on 'da street is you poured a slug into that

shop-keeper, but a shamus shoved him the shiv; and

now you're making like a picture!"  "So, your gonna

have to go climb up your thumb!"

"Here, put on these threads - I did a gooseberry lay;"

"Don't want you looking hinky;"  "Quiet everyone, here

comes the House Dick!"  "Gonna stick you in another

creep joint, no one will look for you there!"

"Ma, why don't we just get a good lip?"  "No one argues

with the high pillow, so get going!"  "But, I'm a serviceable

villain!"  "You know I need to get in-between the pins!"

"Foget it, we ain't taking no more of your orphan paper!"

All of this was being ranked by an undercover cop in drag

Was getting ready to tighten the screws; told them all to

tip their mitts and grab air - "Why you dirty copper!"  Rods

were drawn, everyone started squirting lead.

When the shooting was over, Ma Barker, the serviceable

villain, and his moll were all being fitted for a wooden kimono

They had all been zotzed; dialed a wrong number; caught it

in the pump - and that's the crop!