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