Spy I - Bad Manners

I I was driving down the highway

Mid-west Flutumn, it was afternoon

I’d been sent there to investigate

The disappearance of a famous tune

Cool fever, yeah yeah Cool, cool fever

Cool fever, yeah yeah Cool, cool fever

Cool fever, yeah yeah Cool, cool fever

Cool fever, yeah yeah Cool, cool fever

Five gone midnight when I parked the car

Time to check a room, a beer, a broad

Jazz-blue haze hanging round the bar

Some dame humming a familiar chord

Spine chiller, yeah yeah Spine, spine chiller

Spine chiller, yeah yeah Spine, spine chiller

Spine chiller, yeah yeah Spine, spine chiller

Spine chiller, yeah yeah Spine, spine chiller

Four flights up a dim apartment

Black suspenders draped across her bed

I was getting down to the questions

I heard a click and then I turned my head

Spy-I:

«This was no time to play Sir Galahad

I felled the little guy with a kick I learned in high school

Get under the bed, baby, and don’t start singing

I reached for my '45 and wasted the King-Kong lookalike

I was halfway down the fire escape before I heard her scream

«Aaargh» «They'd kill me if they knew I told you»

The staircase rang as hot lead rained on me

I had a flash like I was back on Omaha beach

I fired and he hit the ground dead in line with Newton’s theory

In the silence that followed, I could hear the pain in my gut

I stumbled across a vacant lot towards my buick

At least I wouldn’t have to pay the

final installment on the frigidaire

She danced the lizard dance

The dance of the many lizards

She crawled slowly on her belly

Until she came to the waters edge "

I slumped behind the wheel I lit a smoke

No-one there to tell the story to

I alone had heard the missing tune

I’d always been the only one that knew

Cold killer, yeah yeah Cold, Cold killer

Cold killer, yeah yeah Cold, Cold killer

Cold killer, yeah yeah Cold, Cold killer

Cold killer, yeah yeah Cold, Cold killer

«Don't shoot

No I can’t stand blood

Don’t shoot

No!

Ahh!

Got me!»