He’s no schmuck at crime; he is a bold and sly man;
he’s untamed and wily, shifty.
He’ll carry off your money after he’s pulled a con,
but first he will put you on.
Could he be Satan’s spawn?
Folks find out what he’s about
when they are without.

Money, money, money grabbed
by that wily grifter.

Guy will have you beat before you can tell
that he’s grifted you, and plenty.
He’ll score your roll of swag and cash—
though you keep it cached—
and not by acting rash.
He pretends he cares about
you, but he is a lout.

Money, money, money nabbed
by that wily grifter.

After he’s snagged your bread,
quickly he’ll have fled.
But first he’ll steal it all.
You’ll be lying in the gutter with an empty box,
wishing he’d never come to call.

Money, money, money snagged
by that wily grifter.

Could have been safe, but you let him in,
listened to the tales he could spin.
You foolishly thought your cashbox was secure.
Now, look on your face ain’t sunny,
’cause he’s taken all your money.
You were conned, allowing him to make a score.

Money, money, money grabbed

by that sly pile-lifter.
Funny, funny, funny gag?
Nope. By wiles you’re grifted.