This is how I play the song. Suggestions welcome! Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand Through the piles of the costumes for the actor's guild There finds one last favor to be filled He'll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name And hang to dry other turncoats to be made Mend your mind to help keep his family's pockets full But vilify and you'll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull And they won't trust you now As if they ever would The drug tailor's in town So show yourself around And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll ride right over you In the Crown Victoria So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park 'n Ride Don't look back just leave it all behind Skinny Don's diamond eyes refract the world at hand Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man And they won't trust you now As if they ever would The drug tailor's in town So show yourself around And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll ride right over you In the Crown Victoria Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah ah And they won't trust you now As if they ever would Don't wait till it all falls down Get out while the gettin's good And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll run right over you In the Crown Victoria Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah