Don't go to bed, with no price on your head - No, no, don't do it.
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time - Yeah, don't do it.
And keep your eye on the sparrow.
When the going gets narrow.

Don't do it, don't do it.
Where can I go where the cold winds don't blow,
Now. Well, well, well.

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Baretta’s Theme Lyrics