Dupin’ folks and playin’ ’em for goons;
fleecin’ ’em for me has been a boon.

I have to admit it: I am a felon;
I am so cagey, they cannot be tellin’
that I have criminality; I’m
screwin’ them out of their dough and jewels;
ruin they face from my foolin’ tools.

There’s lots of ways that I lift their money—
e.g., use my voice that’s smooth as honey.
I rip ’em off and beat a fast retreat, post-
dupin’ ’em; after, it’s off I zoom,
thievin’ ’em; they don’t see danger loom.
Nope, they sure don’t.

It’s quickly then that I will get away,
after I have had a giant payday.
They don’t see me comin’ till it’s too late.
I’m a a theftin’ spree; they’re left in penury,
boozin’ all alone up in their rooms,
reelin’, not whistlin’ a happy tune,
no, no; woe woe!

Dupin’ a sucker bunch.