Letra de Suppertime

He's got your number now He knows just what you've done You got no place to hide you got nowhere to run He knows your life of crime I think it's suppertime He's got his facts all straight You know he's on your trail He's gonna turn you in They're gonna put you in jail He's got the goods and I'm All set for suppertime Come on, come on Think about all those offers Come on, come on Your future with Audrey Come on, come on Ain't no time to turn squeamish Come on, come on I swear on all my spores when he's gone, the world will be yours Come on, come on It's suppertime