Jewel thief, where do you get all those pretty necklaces?

Jewel thief, where do you get all those silver pistols?

Jewel thief, where do you get all those animal heads?

With lovely posture you eat bread

Carefully chewing when they shot you dead

You look like a mannequin with your mouth full

Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you

You got a million horses at your door

You got a feeling that you'll need a million more

I got a million horses of my own

In the evening, one by one they carry me home

I'll get your telephone, I'll run a comb through your dead thief hair

Tell them you're not home, I'll wear your pretty clothes

And shoot your stolen guns

Jewel thief, you and I are gonna be best friends