Suppertime

He's got your number, now He knows just what you've done You've got no place to hide You've got nowhere to run He knows your life of crime I think it's suppertime Come on, come on Think about all those offers Come on, come on Your future with Audrey Come on, come on Ain't no time to turn squeamish C-c-come on! I swear on all my spores When he's gone, the world will be yours, yours Yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on It's suppertime It's suppertime Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on It's suppertime Ah, suppertime Suppertime