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 cla**
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 time flat the Pigman's on the phone
Next thing Willie knows
The whole thing is over
Everybody wants to negotiate
Pigman orders 3 more gla**es 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