He's got a shark skin suit And a diamond earring He's got jet black hair just like his mother He's got a jail tattoo of his long lost brother He's got a shotgun fuse don't you pull his trigger Broke from jail without a gun Public enemy Number 1 Killed a man on the run On the lam without bail Heading straight back to jail Nowhere else for him to go Daddy-O! Daddy-O! He's gonna make his mark in a Vegas hotel You roll snake-eyes Jack! (Yeah! ) He's gonna make his money But he's a-headin' West on a killin' spree Down in L.A. you know the killin's free (Yeah!) Broke from jail without a gun Public enemy Number 1 Killed a man on the run On the lam without bail Heading straight back to jail Nowhere else for him to go He was born on the Fourth of July The kinda guy when he spoke to you He stared you straight in the eye The kinda man when he walked in the room You could feel it And then, when he walked in the room - It sounded like this: He got a hundred years And the electric chair His final words were: "I don't care" Broke from jail without a gun Public enemy Number 1 Killed a man on the run On the lam without bail Heading straight back to jail Nowhere else for him to go The way the legend goes He was executed shortly after midnight Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself One witness said he died with a smile on his face He was a bad, bad man!