Jackson was headed for Columbia,

Co—lum—bi—a,

But Dewey headed for Chicago

To meet with Fast Eddie Gutierrez

Who was looking at life plus ninety-nine.

Eddie was copping plea,

Dropping the heavyweight down to something manageable.

The U.S. Attorney's Office was reasonable,

When they had bigger fish to fry, and they did.

They were looking at Blanco, and others.

Eddie was deadly, but no longer, he'd be pushing a zimmer

Before he saw daylight again, but at least there would be daylight.

So he talked, and he and Dewey and Moe, a badge,

Drove around Chicago while Eddie pointed out the releavant spots,

They stopped for oysters and a beer, and Eddie ran.

Some cops found him a couple hours later

In a Downer's Grove, holed up in a motel off the highway, shooting.

Dewey and Moe drove down, flashed their badges,

And told the local boys to back off.

Moe walked toward Eddie's room with his hands up, saying,

"Eddie, you dumb fuck, what the fuck are you doing?

Put down your fucking gun, you dumb fuck, before we kill the fuck out of you."

Eddie came out with his hands up.

The three of them, Eddie, Moe, and Dewey drove back to the city,

Moe shaking his head the whole time.

"You dumb fuck, Eddie. What the fuck were you thinking?"