[Editor's Note: Best served with Marlon Brando's Don Corleone accent.]
Say I ask a favor, "Will you scratch my back?"
and somebody happens to do it …
that's the way these things get done.
You, maybe, don't like it? Then screw it.
A wink or a nod. As God is my witness.
That's how us smart guys take care of "business".
Clean. (More or less.) Quick and efficient.
Okay, consiglieres, some of 'em fairies,
and in guts sometimes deficient,
they give you advice on how to play nice
(which let me tell you comes at a price)
and which of the laws you can ignore
and how you make someone else pay
when you're caught. Who can be bought
for reasonable cost, who needs to be taught you are the boss.
It's all about how no laws apply
when like me you are a wise guy.
