Do you know Tony Montana
Rode a boat here from Havana
Scar from eating p**y lines his face
Finds a day job washing dishes
Hates his life, he only wishes
Some day in this world to find his place
And he has a scheme
For his own drug regime
Dream, Scarface, dream
Hired by the gangster Omar
He climbs the ranks, he's getting so far
Selling guns and d** out in the streets
Soon he works for Frank, the main boss
Doing hits and dodging chainsaws
Getting rich and living life so sweet
But he craves romance
In his disco pants
Dance, Scarface, dance
See, Tony wants to rule the world
So he k**s Frank and steals his girl
She'll give him the son he's never had
Alas, her womb is so polluted
From the powder she has tooted
There'll be no son and that makes Tony sad
As he looks to the sky
Hear his plaintive cry
Fly, pelican, fly
Now he starts to get too high
On his own supply
Thinking he's the only game in town
And his enemies decide
On a plot of regicide
It's time for the king to lose his crown
Scarface must go down
Oh, Tony's k**ers soon surround him
Sensing d**h has finally found him
He aims his gun, prepared to do his part
And as he shouts "It's not the end,
say hello to my little friend!"
Assa**ins' bullets pierce his fragile heart
It's a tragic goodbye
He had flown so high
Cuban bu*terfly
Die, Scarface, die