Up To No Good

You’re Steve McQueen cool, or so you believe But you’re up to no good and it’s easy to see. There is no disguise and you’ll never be misunderstood. You think double O’s ain’t got nothing on you. You play what you’re dealt like you’ve nothing to lose. One look in your eyes tells the world that you’re up to no good. You’re Yul Brenner tough and you’re hard as a stone Your demeanor just screams, better leave me alone! A mean individual ruling the whole neighborhood. A gun in your pocket, a plan in your head. The ladies all love you. The guys want you dead. A smile so cruel and the world knows you’re up to no good.