Back in the 50's

Roscoe got some bread
so he and his baby went and painted the town red
He stopped at a Barrrelhouse
He slammed 5 shots of whisky down
He and his baby went to Luxe De Ville
Bought his baby some diamonds, real.
She says "Roscoe, How'd ya get that bread?"
He says "Shutup baby, don't matter, we're paintin' the town red."
He hops in his Cadillac, and so does she.
"Wouldn't it be better, if there were three?"
"no, Roscoe, I just want it to be me and you."
"Nah, shutup baby, I make the desicions, if not, we're through."
So she sat back, and didn't say a word.
They drove by a cool cat, playin' the coolest tune they ever heard.
Roscoe whistled at a chick, and said "Wanna ride?"
"Only if you can pay me $20, by tonight."
His girl punched him in the arm, and said "we ain't takin' that tramp."
"Keep your lips as tight as a clamp" he said.
He drove by the broad, and passed down the street, where the two cop cars, were there, at the meet and greet.
Baby turned on the radio to listen to some tunes.
Roscoe turned it off and said "I don't like those goons."
She got out of the car and said "This date is over."
Roscoe says "I don't need you. I'm as lucky as a four-leaf-clover."
Baby goes home and turns on the news.
"We haven't been able to find any clues."
She realizes the voice, it's the police chief.
He sounded like his voice had some grief.
What he said next drilled her to the heart.
"A man named Roscoe Jenkins, wrecked his car, he was torn apart."