The Jackal Lyrics

Did I ever tell you about the man who changed my life?
The one I thought, ohhh. Lord, when I saw him walkin'
back in that bar, all tall and
lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew
that I had died and gone to. . .
Chocolate Heaven. . .
He had a real deep voice, white pearly teeth, his shoe
was always shiny.
Long slender fingers manicured perfectly.
The man wore 800-dollar Italian suit, straight from, I
dunno, what would they call it,
Milan or Rome or someplace like that?
I knew it wasn't local.
I said, I got to get next to that.
I haven't seen him in a long time.
The man was so fine, he could get any good girl into
trouble. . .
Can you guess what his name was?. . .
Well. . . 'The Jackal'. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The
Jackal'. . .

He was fat back cat cool like a Friday afternoon
martini, chillin' at a quarter after 5.
Twist of lime, Coke on the side.
The brother loved the high life.
Had a Ph.D. in street stride. They called him 'The Jackal'.

He was big Mack daddy super black stylin' a diamonds in
the back Cadillac.
Fur-lined boards, white wall wheels, cruise control,
built for speed, chrome on evray-thang.
And stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need
them.
When they called him. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The
Jackal'. . .

Fly boy was in the buttermilk, hard, livin' fast,
livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat!
When women asked, 'is you a firm Cat?' He said 'I did
more that that.
I'm the firmest of the firm
And in case you, hadn't known, they call me 'The
Jackal'.

Served the 18-year bid First Reicker's Island then they
hid him in the state
penitentiary. Said the charge was Grand Larceny.
That was 1975, and today, if he's still alive, he'd be
living in the park.
Hm. The brother whose claim to fame was that they
called him 'The Jackal'. 'The Jackal'. . ."

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