The Last Gangster
The last gangster wears a felt fedora and a bathrobe,
Shuffling towards the dining hall with his cane.
The orderlies all look like G-men and call him "Pops."
The nurses are pinched and damp with antiseptic,
Nothing like the swell dames he used to know!
There are paintings on the walls--
Sailboats and pastoral scenes;
What's that crap all about?
Oh how he'd love to have the shuttle bus driver bring around a big fat Doozy instead,
He'd stand on the running board and his cane would be a tommy gun!
Budda budda budda budda!
Eat lead ya dirty rats!
"What're you smilin' about, Pops?" asks an orderly.
The last gangster points at him with his cane and says, "You look like Melvin Purvis."