Counting up the criminalsnThey caught us in the middlenAnd they would have locked us up,nfor surenBut they overlooked the lucky onesnWe’re gonna get the moneyn’cause they never looked behindnthe doornnOh baby, what a night this could bennIn the morningnWe’ll be underneath an awningnAnd we’ll never have to watch the timenWe’ll have a cup of teanAnd after swimming at the beachnWe’ll be sleeping as the towels drynnOh baby, what a night this could bennOn the lam againnTime to make a plan againnBefore they start to wonder whynEast side, west sidenYou be Bonnie, I’ll be ClydenNever let the well run drynnAnd here’s the deal, just so you knownI got your back, can’t make it alonenThey’re never gonna catch usnNo, they’re gonna watch usnWalk away with all they ownnnOh baby, what a night this could benOh baby, what a life this could be