Little Willie Caesar He was in trouble Runnin' like a bandit Thru his longest darkest nite All that Willie lacked In fact was a shovel Then he could have Dug himself his own grave And saved everybody some time Because you don't relieve The union boys of their payroll Not unless you've got An army ready to fight And when the union representatives Were unable To reach a suitable agreement That's when Willie took to flight Come on little Caesar you can make it Anyway you're going to have to try Don't you ever tangle with the ruling class Unless you're prepared to take it Because they can dish it out from now until 1999 Willie crashed the gate at Rosie's cantina Not the one where Marty shot that kid This place was kinda like a trainwreck 'Cept it was cleaner Everything was either out of order Or very well hid Way back in the corner Sat the Pigman Champion of the luckless lunchless Faceless little folks Willie he explains the whole situation In no ime flat the Pigman's on the phone Next thing Willie knows The whole thing is over Everybody wants to negotiate Pigman orders 3 more glasses of Cola Willie worries: how can I repay? Pigman say "If you're ever down around Diego You can look me up You know that I'm not that hard to find" And with that he stands & leaves the table Leaving Willie with the check And wondering what was on his mind