Mafioso, Mafioso, the law’d tame you,
but so far they’ve missed getting you by a mile,
’cause you’ve paid them, other made men; they maintain you
in that lavish can’t-miss Mafioso style.

Got a pile of laundered money, Mafioso,
that you pay to lawyers criminally smart.
Many schemes can they bring past the court’s step,
and they lie there, while writs die there.

And you force none to squeal, Mafioso,
by threatening, if they do, you’ll rip out their hearts.

With that pile, silence you’re buying, Mafioso.
Of dirty dealing you have mastered the art.
Many schemes you can bring past the court’s step.
Law’s hands tied there; judge you buy there.

You have forged quite a deal, Mafioso.
After you’ve told the judge, “Roll over,” you depart.

Mafioso, mum are your ’ho’s.