Pony got caught in a bad, bad scene Couldn't tell life from a joke or a dream He's been wrapped on the knuckles and thrown in the clink Now he's hot wired the car that's gonna drive him to drink Charlie took up on the invitation Spent the rent on a fast education He used to be straight like the crease in his pants But boy, oh boy, how the girl could dance Thin as a razor, sharp as a suit Straight to the point, baby, don't get cute 'Cause the rats run wild underneath the streets And God plays dice while the fat cats feast The cops bust in on Charlie's hood Pony been well, but he ain't no good He huffed and he puffed and he pulled out a gun He blew the pig down, and he went on the run Now Pony's a fugitive, Charlie's a drunk Life in a bottle or out of a trunk Something's gone missing, and it ain't just the dough Pack up the dodge baby, we gots to go