The Jackal

Did I ever tell you about that man who changed my life?
 The one I thought, oh my Lord, when I saw him walk in the back of that bar
 All tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew
 That I had died and gone to Chocolate Heaven
 He had a real deep voice, and white pearly teeth
 And his shoe was always shining
 Long slender fingers manicured perfectly
 The man wore 800-dollar Italian suits, straight from
 I dunno, what would they call it
 Milan or Rome or someplace like that?
 I knew it wasn't local
 I said, I got to get next to that
 I haven't seen him in a long time
 My man was so fine
 He could get any good girl into trouble
 You asked me me what his name was?
 Well. . . 'The Jackal'. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. .
 He was fat back cat cool
 Like a Friday afternoon martini
 Chillin' at a quarter after 5
 Twist of lime, Coke on the side
 The brother loved the high life
 Had a Ph.D. in street stride
 They called him 'The Jackal'
 He was big Mack daddy super black stylin'
 A diamonds in the back Cadillac
 Fur-lined boards, white wall wheels
 Cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang
 And the stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need them
 When they called him. . . 'The Jackal'. Say. 'The Jackal'. .
 Fly boy was in the buttermilk, hard
 Livin' fast, livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat!
 When women asked, 'is you a frown Cat?'
 He said 'My dear, I'm more that that, I'm the frownest of the frown
 And in case you hadn't known, they call me 'The Jackal'
 Served an 18-year bid
 First Riker's Island
 Then they hid him in the state penitentiary
 Said the charge was Grand Larceny
 That was 1975, and today, if he's still alive
 He'd be living in the park
 Hm. The brother whose claim to fame was that they called him 'The Jackal'