We’re the connoisseurs of crime, Artful dodgers with a flair, Why pinch a purse for pennies, When Da Vinci’s everywhere? We don’t steal your nickels, Your dimes or your cents, We smuggle in the sculptures, Like it’s fine incense! We’ve got taste, a flair for style, In the black market, we’re sublime, Monet and Van Gogh, They make our hearts chime. We don’t steal your nickels, Your dimes or your cents, We smuggle in the sculptures, Like it’s fine incense! Through customs we glide, With a Renoir by our side, Michelangelo’s in tow, In a crate marked "Oh no!" The Mona Lisa’s smile, Is our prize to beguile, We’re not common crooks, We’ve got art in every nook. We don’t steal your nickels, Your dimes or your cents, We smuggle in the sculptures, Like it’s fine incense! So here’s to all the thieves, With impeccable taste, Who’d rather nab a masterpiece, Than your wallet in haste! We don’t steal your nickels, Your dimes or your cents, We smuggle in the sculptures, Like it’s fine incense!
