Yeah, it's the return of the Jango This time I emerge from the sand though Sarlacc scars have me burned in a permanent tan Now I'm turning my hand to the world of the gangster Dragged through the dunes by a Bantha Bacta's the future, I'm tanked up and angered Found my luck ran out after Cloud City Now I'm looking down from my balcony Down on the ground there's bound to be bountiful Amounts of bounties and bouncing beats How many helpers are down for me? Damn I could count them without any hands Thankfully I found Finnec Shand We're dragging each other out of the sand How you going to stick to whatever you planned for? I've literally got a pet Rancor If my father has taught me at all How to follow the Way When the wallets are talking Just keep the coin coming my way Reckon Boba Fett's not a threat? Want to bet? I'll raise you that head upon your neck When there's a debt of honour credits aren't sufficient for respect So you better come correct In days gone I stayed in Slave One But it wasn't the greatest place to slay pum Now I aim to come back in greater numbers And there's space for a Leia and Salacious Crumb, bruh Gained, earned the trust of the Tusken Raiders Now they've turned to nothing but dust and vapours Burnt to a crust just because I stayed with them I must return just as the dusk and the day does Call in a couple of favours from the neighbours And cut off a traitor like the blade of a saber You'll pay for betraying me, I'll change your remains Into bait for a Krayt, leave you laying in a crater If my father has taught me at all How to follow the Way When the wallets are talking Just keep the coin coming my way It's just kingpin tings There'll be no being thin skinned Pulling strings, coiling springs Calling Din, bring him in It's just kingpin tings There'll be no singing hymns Merely avenging sins Swinging limbs still changing winds I see you're quite intimate with the Pike Syndicate I won't even describe what I think of it There's a time to lie low and a time to rise A time to strike your foes by surprise I'm the Damiyo of this dire environment And fighting crime isn't a nine to five When in the firing line from sunrise to nightfall Treading a fine line defines survival I ride from Mos Eisley to Mos Espa Why are there mods that have got vespas? That's a lot extra, check the technicolour While the rest of the set couldn't get any duller That's a mismatched colour palette for the planet I should shove them in the garage at the bloody palace Hell, I've jabbered enough, I'm the new Jabba the Hutt But with a cool backpack instead of a fat butt If my father has taught me at all How to follow the Way When the wallets are talking Just keep the coin coming my way