The sound of numbersnLast Time, 5-4-3-6-2-1-8-9nIt's over, I've served, my timenCertainly am ready to walk the straight linennIve been a locked up a long time baby,nsince I was ninenPaid the piper for naughty naughtiesnNow I'm ready to kick start my lifennCombing the sandnLay down, lay down, oh womennThey'll be scoping me with my six pack framenFly me a first class, I be off to Hawaii,nLay down, lay down, the islandnWelcoming me, with a coconut honeynnSure a lotta people here at the airportnLotta people be waiting in linenI think I'll light me up a Cuban cigarnOne for now, then one for the ridennIve been a locked up a long time baby,nsince I was ninenI just got out yesterday man,nbought myself this New York steak knifennHere comes the badgenLay down, lay down your weapons,nOr well bag you here at the baggage claimnHey, you've got the wrong man,nplease stop dealing in absolutesnLay down, lay down your weaponsnI saw handcuffs then it clicked in mennThey're never ever gonna gonna catch menI never once did anything wrongnInstead of pleasantly asking a questionnYou threaten me, and say I am wrongnnMake your demandsnLay down, lay down your weapons,nOr this loved one here gets it in the headnI was a baby born into hard timesnYou ain't taking me, you ain't taking me,nYou ain't taking me, you ain't taking me