Big Boss

Gross!
But his diamonds shine
And his eyeballs smile
And he takes a glance
And they scram

Boss!
And his hooch is strong
And his reach is long
And he gives a nod
And we glee

Once we become insanely rich
Chewing the mud be forever forgotten
Once we become the infamous, most brutal mob

Ride, ride
His train to success
To hills, to valleys
Of dough and dolls

Shine, shine
In shade of his glory
A tad maybe gory
No matter the costs

Hail, hail
Notorious Big Shot
We've been in a tight spot
We thought all was lost

Offers
They cannot refuse
It's not them to choose
Cause he is Big Boss

Now Mister Fatcat,
Gone Mister Swamp Rat
Mention not his past
Not a hint