Bad, bad, blood was running In the veins of Parker Evans A crash, crash A crash is surely coming If it can't turn a freight train round Parker had a gun He was out there on the run Picking off the seven-elevens With each and every crime They gave him tv time And that was as close as He'd be getting to Heaven Heaven... Ka-ching, ka-ching The register it rings It's the late night shift At Wilson's mini-mart Ring-a-ling, The alarm starts ringing 'Cause there's trouble in the candy aisle It's Parker in disguise With a loaded forty-five He's wearing a mask of Ronald Reagan The cashier raised her voice Said, "Mister, here's your choice - The cops are in the parking lot waiting..." Is it money or love You can't get enough of Are you empty as an old coal mine? Money or love If you need 'em too much You get addicted to a life of crime, crime Flash, flash It's a CNN news flash Nevada we're live on the air A spree, a spree, An incredible crime spree By a couple in a pink Corvair Parker Evans and his bride With Elvis at their side Were married in a chapel in Vegas And then they hit a bank And shot a man point blank Our cameras caught 'em stealing his Lexus Live, live, in a chopper filming live A car chase near the Mexican border Hail, hail, the bullets never fail To bring the trouble back into order Parker Evans and his bride In front of twenty million eyes Were shot down in a blaze of glory The networks took a break For Coke and Shake and Bake Nothing sells like a true crime story