Music by Dave Carlo; Lyrics by Bob Reid
Jimi the fly, he couldn't decide, was crossing a deadly line
Feelin' the heat, the word on the street was a contract for his life
He knew all along, if he sung the song, he'd scratch doing time
Stepped up to bat, squealed like a rat, now he's running for his life
He thought it was sealed, he was making the deal
When the feds brought down the sting
Under the knife, he was looking at life unless he turned the family in
He made up the play with the crooked d.a., never had to serve no time
Jimi the fly, organized crime
Nowhere to hide, scared deep inside and the walls were closing in
He made the mistake, now it's up to fate, and the fear was setting in
Feeling the strain, he then changed his name with a hand from Johnny Law