Sal: They say a thumb can't change his print
But looking in this window's tint
I see the boy I used to be
If he saw me what would he see?
He'd look at me in disbelief
A dirty, no-good, thumb-print thief
Forever stealing, getting busted
On the run or being dusted.
But the symphony of car alarms
Has reminded me of music's charms
As a boy I dreamed that I'd go far
As a bona fide musical star!
I sung a little song
Did a little show
Got sick of the producers saying no
So I turned to crime
Stealing all the time
Life lacked reason, life lacked rhyme
Now it's time to say I'm sorry
What better way than in a song?
Gary: Gimme back the car you stole!
Sal: I'll pay you back in rock 'n' roll.
Karen: You took my daughter's trampoline!
Sal: Well how about this tap routine?
Patrick: You stole my mother's diamond ring!
Sal: It doesn't really matter 'cause I can sing!