Suppertime

He's got your number now
He knows just what you've done
You've got no place to hide,
You've got nowhere to run
He knows your life of crime
I think it's suppertime

He's got his facts all straight
You know he's on your trail
He's gonna turn you in
They're gonna put you in jail
He's got the goods and I'm
All set for suppertime

Come on, come on,
Think about all those offers
Come on, come on,
Your future with Audrey
Come on, come on,
Ain't no time to turn squeamish
Come on, I swear on all my spores,
When he's gone the world will be yours, yours

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime. It's suppertime.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime.
It's suppertime. Suppertime



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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