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