Lyrics Spy I - Bad Manners

Spy I

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!»