He wears a black hat and brown seude jacket
Who knows what he needs those for

Five sets of knifes and a gold machete

His boots are heavy but he makes no racket
You see him walking when he's on the run

He smokes cigars in his spit shined cadillac
That's quite unusual for a mafia man

He doesn't even, need a sidekick

Cause he's in control

Cause, he's in control

Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition

He knows 8 languages and even the morse code
He wakes up each day at quarter to 6

He follows no sport or religon
Yet somehow they, still call him god

'Cause he always knows, where your mind is

And if you're speaking, he won't listen
Cause no news is, new to him

And dont even bother try catch him sleeping
Yeah he can hear from a mile away

He doesn't even, use a revolver

Cause he's in control
He's in control

Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition

We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for

We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
Oh please Mr. Gangster man
We can join in your pursuit
We can implement your plans
We don't want you to work alone
We don't want you to work alone
Mr. Gangster man
Mr. Gangster man