he's got a shark skin suit    and a diamond earing   he's got jet black hair just like his mother   he's got a jail tattoo of his long lost brother   he's got a shotgun fuse don't you pull his trigger   roam from jail without a gun    public enemy number 1    kill the man on the run   on the land without bail    heading straight back to jail   nowhere else for him to go    daddy-o daddy-o    he's gonna make his mark in a vegas hotel    you roll snake-eyes ya! you gonna make his money   but hes ahead in wealth on a killin spree    down in L.A. on a killin spree    ya! roam from jail without a gun   public enemy number 1    kill the man on the run   on the land without bail    heading straight back to jail   nowhere else for him to go    daddy-o daddy-o    he was born on the fourth of july   the kinda man when he spoke