The Jackal

Did I ever tell you about that man who changed my life?
The one I thought, oh my Lord, when I saw him walk in the back of 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, and white pearly teeth,
And his shoe was always shining.
Long slender fingers manicured perfectly
The man wore 800-dollar Italian suits, 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.
He could get any good girl into trouble.
You asked me me 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 the stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need them,
When they called him. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. . .
buttermilk
Livin' fast, livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat!
When women asked, 'is you a frown Cat?'
He said 'My dear, I'm more that that, I'm the frownest of the frown
And in case you hadn't known, they call me 'The Jackal'.
Served an 18-year bid
Riker'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'.