The Hustler

He’s got himself a brand new special
Batting way above his league
And he feels just like a jayhawk
Got all the tricks up his sleeve
He’s walking tall through the metro
Bigger than all us other guys
So give him a spoon to dig a hole
Even the king would lower his eyes

Slip him a picture of our Jesus
So he can compare and make some notes
Cos he don’t sing when he gets hoodwinked
Just as soon as grab you by the throat
He’s tried it all but never would
Be there to take out the laundry
So give him a spoon to dig a hole
Even the king would lower his eyes