Neil sang “Out of the blue into the black,

Once you’re gone you can’t come back.”

Ten thousand clams will get you whacked,

Friends are enemies, so watch your back.

Living a life of crime gave him thrills,

Desperate housewives paid his bills.

Double-crosser’s graveyards he filled,

Arboretums of those suckas he killed.

See my brudda was this hit-man Fat Bob,
Who would kill for grilled corn-on-the-cob.
Till Sammy the Bull knocked out Bob’s teeth,
A baseball bat retired them in a vicious beef.

They made him an offer he could not refuse,
Fat Bob, dead or alive, was easy to choose.
Over pasta e fagioli and vino he took the job,
Now, brudda Bob, grills snitches for da Mob.