The 50th Mobster!
(In the style of a 1930s Jim Croce)
Drive in his car, he’ll play the guitar,
sit right back and he’ll sing you a track.
Grumpy, frumpy, old and lumpy,
this big boss is Leo Black.
Shrewd, crude and rather rude,
he controls the land, south of the track.
Joking, smoking, always provoking
everyone from the river and back.
There was a sighting, which incited fighting,
when I got lost and found Mickey Mac.
Chaw was smacking, knuckles cracking,
I said, “Hey, Mac, cut me some slack.”
Mac grinned in the wind, and I was pinned
“Hey, I’m just a kid, and they call me Jack.”
Down on the ground, in the wrong part of town,
I needed something to stop this attack.
Black came out from my car, with my guitar,
Mac looked at him crazy, as he began to unpack.
“What’s with the case, gonna sing us a song?”
The boys came at Black to give him flak.
Then the boys all fled, away from the lead,
shooting from the case, clack clack clack!
Leo Black may be mad and real bad,
I’m just glad Black had my back.