He's got your number now
He knows just what you've done
You've got no place to hide,
You've got nowhere to run
He knows your life of crime
I think it's suppertime
Come on, come on,
Think about all those offers
Come on, come on,
Your future with Audrey
Come on, come on,
Ain't no time to turn squeamish
Come on, I swear on all my spores,
When he's gone the world will be yours, yours
Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime. It's suppertime.
Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime.
It's suppertime. Suppertime.

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