Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Last Shot

Mister Rudy was full of booty
He had the best place around
When you were in there drinking
You would get to thinking
Rudy was the king of the town

His Miss Judy was a beauty
She could really shake it around
Shaped just like a cello
Man! she made fellow
Feel his devil tremble and growl

Those two people seemed
To have it all worked out

Mister Rocco wasn’t normal
He was better than the rest
So much stronger so much smarter
Better watch it partner!
Every test proved he was the best

He knew a player is a taker
Any man who pauses is lost
He was built for speed
And couldn’t bear to be
Anybody less than the boss

That club Rudy had
Always made him feel small

Rudy’s lady made Rocco crazy
He had to have her all to himself
But he felt like a loser
Judy wouldn’t choose him
When Rudy was the one with the wealth

He looked at Rudy and he knew he
Had to get the best of that man
He knew it was his duty
To take that beauty Judy
Steal her out of old Rudy’s his hands

He walked in the club
Gonna get her
Packing a big gun
Gonna get him
Saying praying to himself
This will be done

He put a bullet in Rudy’s belly
Killed the king to be with the queen
It felt just like a dream
But when Miss Judy screamed
He knew she’d never be with him

She would never be with him



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