Scarface

He was born in a Brooklyn slum Quite soon learnt to handle a gun Johnny was his friend and mentor Who taught him the way to splendour So if no one listened to Al They were not to be his pal As he'd wine and dine, then kill But making money was his thrill Any honest cops were moved away Everyone else was on full pay Capone was like a night bird With two bodyguards he wasn't scared Always dressed up to the nines Yet bootlegging was on his mind Everyone around him spoke easy If not there was no speakeasy And on celebrating Valentines day The other gang had no say Till Agent Ness came along Showed Scarface, wasn't that strong Then all the presidents men Hoovered up evidence from his den Evasion of tax was the charge He was no longer to be at large And now had egg on his face Going to jail was Scarface Locked up on the rock for his crime And left to rot in his prime.