Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Here in your bedroom, ounce-for-ounce.
I guess it's got something to do with luck
City is restless, it's ready to pounce
City is restless, it's ready to pounce
That the day is in my sight when I'll take a bow and say goodnight
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Just as she's about ready to cut it up:
Went downtown and you got him a gun