Gangsters in the year three thousand
Driving fast to escape the cops
Going 'bout their daily business
The only hats they wear are tops

Gangsters in the year three thousand
Flyin' around in their rocket cars
Going 'bout their daily business
On the planet Mars

Gangsters in the year three thousand
Shooting up the place with a laser gun
Going 'bout their daily business
They got a city to run

Gangsters in the year three thousand
Get respect from battle scars
Going 'bout their daily business
On the planet Mars

Robot gangsters

Gangsters in the year three thousand
Are often romanticized
Going 'bout their daily business
But in real life they aren't nice

Gangsters in the year three thousand
Drink whiskey and smoke cigars
Going 'bout their daily business
On the planet Mars