Called up my two worst goons and I
Gave them a name
Was down to tell Dalton intriguing news
And say “Christ” three or four times in vain

You smart boy, Dalton
Won’t you come have brunch with me
Yeah we’ll have some idle chit-chat
About your old Class A felony

Got a cousin in Memphis
I got a cousin says you killed a man down on Beale
Cousin in Memphis
The human throat was his Achilles’ heel

This guy’s throat, you ripped it
Then pleaded self defense
He stuck a gun in your face and threatened
So you tore him a new vent
Now both you and I, we know that’s bullshit
And your story isn’t so
The JC Penney? That was me, ask anyone you see
Christ, they’ll all tell you so

Back to my cousin in Memphis
I got a cousin says you killed a man down on Beale
Cousin in Memphis
The human throat was his Achilles’ heel

I’ve got breakfast on the table
And there’s freestyle in the air
And Pat McGurn’d be mad to see you
But my sister-son’s not there…
He’s visiting my aunt in Memphis

Now Jeff Healey plays the guitar
Every evening at the Double Deuce
So I’m heading down to see him
So Denise can cut footloose
She’ll do a little striptease
And then Jimmy’ll start a fight
And he’ll ask if you’ll rip out his throat too
And I’ll say “Christ, I think he might”

Got a cousin in Memphis
I got a cousin says you killed a man down on Beale
Cousin in Memphis
The human throat was his Achilles’ heel

Got a cousin in Memphis
I got a cousin says you killed a man down on Beale
Cousin in Memphis
The human throat was his Achilles’ heel

Called up my two worst goons and I
Gave them a name
Was down to tell Dalton intriguing news
And say “Christ” three or four times in vain
Was down to tell Dalton intriguing news
And say “Christ” three or four times in vain