We had the swellest flat of any couple on the line.
One night I had a job to do, the richest home in town;
I got my tools and started out with my pal, Jackie Brown.
We never thought we’d get a blow, the thing looked like a pipe.
With all the folks a-sleeping and not a soul in sight,
We put the goods into a sheet and started down the block.
And just as luck would have it we bumped into a cop.
We dropped the swag quick as a flash and started on the run,
With the copper close behind us, a-shooting off his gun.
But we were fleet as greyhounds and were halfway down the street,