Jake the Make Lyrics

Now Jake he was a gambler

And a gambling man was he

His wife she was a rambler

As gamblers' wives will be

And they both lived together

In the Land of the Free

Jake the Make, He takes the cake

So said the Magistrate

Snapping his fingers to the beat of this words

Jake the Make, You go straight

And I'll have to emigrate

So get in your Mustang now and get back to work

The judge was late arriving

His car had been blown to bits

Jake cried out Hey I know

Where you can get it fixed

But I can't do anything about those unmarried chicks

Jake the Make, He takes the cake

So said the Magistrate

Picking a winner for the there thirty race

Jake the Make, You go straight

And I'll have to emigrate

So lock up the jury and bring on the next case

Jake the Make for heaven's sake

The police department need you

They'll all be unemployed if you go down

Not to mention the fact

There's nobody else that

Is qualified to run the town

The hit man from the Mafia

Came round for his life

Poor Jake went pale and sat there

And introduced his wife

And she said Hi as Jake said Bye

And turned out the light

Jake the Make, He takes the cake

So said the syndicate

And they ought to know what they are talking about

Jake the Make, You go straight

And we'll lose a candidate

Just no percentage in us rubbing you out

Jake the Make, He takes the cake

So said the Magistrate

Rubbing a shoulder with a hoodlum or two

Jake the Make, Don't go straight

Or I'll have to emigrate

For all that I know it now I owe it to you

Jake the Make, He takes the cake

So said the Magistrate

One day while sewing mailbags for the Queen

One day while sewing mailbags for the Queen