Did I ever tell you about the man who changed my life? The one I thought, ohhh. Lord, when I saw him walkin’ back in that bar, all tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew that I had died and gone to…Chocolate Heaven. He had a real deep voice, white pearly teeth, his shoes was always shiny, long slender fingers manicured perfectly. The man wore 800-dollar Italian suit, straight from, I dunno, what would they call it, Milan or Rome or someplace like that? I knew it wasn’t local. I said, I got to get next to that. I haven’t seen him in a looong time. The man was so fiiine, he could get any good girl into trouble…Can you guess what his name was?…Well…The Jackal...The Jackal...say...The Jackal...
He was fat black cat cool like a Friday afternoon martini, chillin’ at a quarter after 5. Twist of lime, Coke on the side. The brother loved the hiiigh life. Had a PHD in street strife. They called him The Jackal.
He was big Mack daddy super black stylin’ a diamonds in the back Cadillac. Fur-lined board, white walled wheels, cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang. And stereophonic speakers, though he really didn’t need them. When they called him…The Jackal. Say. The Jackal…
Fly boy was in the buttermilk hard, livin’ fast, livin’ larrge, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat. When women asked, ‘is you a proud Cat?’ He said ‘Oh dear, I'm more that that. I’m the roanest of the roan. And in case you, hadn’t known, they call me The Jackal!’
Served the 18-year bid, first Riker's Island, then they hid him in the state penitentiary. Said the charge was Grand Larceny. That was 1975, and today, if he’s still alive, he’d be living in the park. Hm. The brother whose claim to fame was that they called him The Jackal. The Jackal…yadda yadda yadda.
This song is by Ronny Jordan and is on the CD The Quiet Revolution