The Dirtiest Rat

The dirtiest rat in the Old West

Tuko was his name

No way he could be trusted

Backstabbing was his game

 

He and Blondie formed an alliance

Often to Blondies, ponchoed regret

But for Alberto Grimaldi

This relationship, they would both sweat  

 

Backgrounded by an orchestrated soundtrack

In this Italian spaghetti made western

Into two armies, in prison and out

And the hard lessons they’d learn

 

What the Italians had these two doing

Was no way to behave

But a graveyard waited

With the loot hidden down in a grave

 

All ended midst the headstones

With Tuco left hanging in a tight spot

Until Klint ended this crazy classic

With one last perfect shot