Goldman

Some people say he's from West Bombay I met him on the road down in Santa Fe A little bigger than what people say He's a Goldman Now when he talks he bites his tongue His brother's older, he is the young He's not real bright but he sure ain't dumb He's a Goldman He'll give you paper for your gold He's a Goldman Back in the alley where shadows creep Looks like a ghost never missing a beat With a flick of wrist and glance to the sky He's a Goldman and he's selling those lies He looks so mean and he looks so good Too bad he don't do what he should He's always really trying to make it hurt good He's a Goldman He'll give you paper for your gold He's a Goldman Here comes the Goldman coming to town Flashing all his jewelry he's walking around Well he's dressed to kill with a razor blade knife Well you'll be lucky he don't flirt with your wife Well he's got big brothers got real charm He'll crack your head but he'll break your arm He'll make off with your diamond ring He's lucky but he thinks he's a king He'll give you paper for your gold He's a Goldman