Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected,
he had a secret yearning for the women he protected
But he had also just to pay, a treasure every week
to Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight
Now, Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded boots
he brayed to the bums around him "Get this dummy pooch"
He saw his leather-feathered hat thrown away by a shot,
he said "Hey Johnny cool it down, it only just a rot"
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight
Now, Ricco's on the Heaven, he no more needs no stuff
he's breathing now hot fresh air, he's no more tricks or bluff
He keeps an eye on Johnny's way, surrounded by his gals,
He feels no hate, he feels no joy, he even has no pals
Oh, what a beautiful sight, what a beautiful sight
Far away from the sinful delight, from that sinful delight