A man in Havana

Packs a big cigar

With his loaded banana

He keeps one step outside the law

He knows that lots of

Sends the third man to the wire

When the shooting stops,

This gun's for hire

Sometimes it's for the money

Often it's for the fun

The job can be so messy

Be he always get them done

He can zoom on a target

That's ready to expire

When it's murder 1,

This gun's for hire

Yea

There's a G-man in the city

Spinning some Russian roulet

He lives on easy

By playing hard to get

When the fog horn blows

And the air waves catch a fire

You'll have to know

This gun's for hire

This gun's for hire

This gun's for hire

This gun's for hire

Hmmmm yea

This gun's for hire...