Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected, he had a secret yearning for the women he protected. But he had also just to pay, a treasure every week to Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick. Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight. Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight. Now, Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded boots he brayed to the bums around him "Get this dummy pooch" He saw his leather-feathered hat thrown away by a shot, he said "Hey Johnny cool it down, it only just a rot" Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight. Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight. Now, Ricco`s on the Heaven, he no more needs no stuff he`s breathing now hot fresh air, he`s no more tricks or bluff. He keeps an eye on Johnny`s way, surrounded by his gals, He feels no hate, he feels no joy, he even has no pals. Oh, what a beautiful sight, what a beautiful sight. Far away from the sinful delight, from that sinful delight.
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