My wise-guy barber got his throat slit.
He used to snip locks in Hell’s Kitchen.
Took over Nicky Lico’s Star-Cuts
for Less, after Nicky started pissing red
and Doc Eddy gave him a death sentence.
That’s when Nicky sold the pole, hook,
line, and scissors to Booksy Rizzo.
But Brooksy dipped in too deep
with Short-Stuff, a shyster bookie
from Queens, and ended up reclining
headless, in one of his prized patent-leather
stools, with his skull in his lap, wrapped
in that day’s edition of the Daily News.