Hush, little Mikey, don't you cryJoanie's gonna sing you a lullaby.That shadow on your window is just some FedTomorrow they might look under Mikey's bed.
Hush, little Mikey, close your eyesDidn't one day in jail make you realize?Stephens whimpering won't help next time.Federal prison is real hard time.
Hush, little Mikey, you might get sickFeds don't care if you're Marcia's "chick."All her fudging can't save your skinFeds gonna find all of Mikey's sin!
Hush, little Tara, you need your restAll your "conclusions" gonna be addressedSleep, little Nurse-y, face your fears.Just like those kids who faced THIRTY YEARS.
Hush, little Brian, if you can't count sheep.Count all your lies till you fall asleep.Count all your alibis, and if that failsCount all of Crystal's "unidentified males."
Hush, little Linwood, sing a gospel songMy, how you helped Mikey's frame along!Feds are digging, you need reposeBet whither Mike goest, thou will go!
Hush, little Markie, in your pajama coatNo, all those case notes can't be unwrote.The "moving finger" moves right past you.Feds gonna finger little Markie too.
Hush, little Ronnie, Mike's "A-OK"Where will Ronnie be when Mike's led away?Hush, little Pat, too late for cryingYou assured us YOU were "supervising."
Hush, little darlings, do you hear that sound?That's the Big Ole Fed-dies snooping all around.Sleep at home, little darlings, while you mayFeds gonna bring Durham's Judgment Day.