Bang! Bang!

She worked the window at the Desert Sands Clyde was a dealer who was gifted with the sleight of hand Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Their petty thieving and conniving ways Would never get 'em to that beach house of their dreams someday Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! But every afternoon at four that armored car rolled to the door (like before) Bang! Bang! The doors swing open and the pick-up begins Bang! Bang! The guard knocks, she lets him in Bang! Bang! Two bangs of cash hit the floor The guard asks her out, she turns him down and shows him the door (once more) Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! They must have run through it a thousand times But something happened on the evening of their perfect crime Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! It seems the set up and the switch all play But there's a problem when it gets down to the get away Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! So, to complete their master plan They're gonna need a pick-up man (meet Jo-Ann) Bang! Bang! Bang! It's four on Monday and the hustle begins Bang! Bang! Bang! The guard knocks, she lets him in Bang! Bang! Bang! The bags of cash hit the floor Clyde's hiding out, he swaps 'em out The guard's out the door (they score) Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Two big bags of money and they're both feeling light She sees the guard is stopping, she knows when something's not right When he turns to find he's standing face to face now with her She says "how 'bout dinner Friday And if you're good I'll let you have dessert" Bang! Bang! The guard is happy and he's gone in a flash Bang! Bang! She grabs Clyde and the cash Bang! Bang! They see Jo-Ann and jump in They were last seen heading West and never heard from again The end Bang! Bang! Amen Bang! Bang!