I'm in the mob life

It's very plain to see

Working for Julian

Then working for Sonny

Nobody sees

Me meeting Anna Devane

My real job title

Is DEA

Because I'm top-secret L.E.O.

Fake lowest of the low

Corinthos or Jerome,

Doesn't make a difference to me . . .

To me

Anna

I just killed a man

He shot into my bed

I drew my gun and now he's dead

Anna

I'm in deep shit now

But you have gone with Duke to run away

Undercover (with the mobsters!)

I didn't wanna kill that guy

Don't anybody spill the beans to T.J.

Carry on, carry on,

As if I am just a mobster

His name's Jake

At least we think

He has no memory

Gets hit on by Liz and Carly

Now he's infiltrating

The Jerome clan

It's ironic 'cause he was a hit man, too

Jason!

(How the mighty have fallen!)

He didn't shoot that Scottish guy!

He'll wish he'd never stayed in Port Charles at all!

I see a little orange mobster with man boobs

Corinthos! Corinthos!

"But I only sell coffee!"

Dude, I know you're lying,

Don't even be trying me!

Dumbass Jake, he found a crime scene

Picked up someone else's gun

Now he's in ja-a-a-a-il

Duke tried to order me executed

At the last second, he couldn't do it

Called off the hit, but the guy didn't hear

I come clean, T.J.'s shocked

"Mom, please let Shawn go!"

I cannot!

"Mom, will you please let Shawn go?"

I cannot!

"Come on, Mom, will you just let Shawn go?"

I cannot!

"God damn, Mom, will you just let Shawn go?"

I CANNOT!

"Will you let Shawn go?"

I CANNOT!

"Let him go!"

THEY WILL NEVER EVER EVER LET HIM GO!

(I - kind - of - wish - they'd - let - Shawn - go!)

Oh mama cop, mama cop,

Mama cop, what's the point?

'Cause everyone always exonerates

Sonny

Sonny

SONNY!

So someone killed Duke Lavery and it was sad!

Anna went rogue, shot Carlos - hey, wait, is that bad?

Ohhhh shiiiit,

That was malice aforethought!

She's gotta call Sloane,

Get this corpse off of Pier 54!

Being undercover

Really kinda sucks

I hope nothing final,

Nothing fatal happens . . . to meeee.

(Anything for sweeps week . . . )