She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
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That Saturday night dark masquerade
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Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart
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But then, as nothing happens quite the same
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Investigation is the game
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He had to check her story right away-he dead
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Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
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She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
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Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
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His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo
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To face the friends of Mr. Cairo
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That night, the double crosser got it right
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Pretending he was really dim
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He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
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He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
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They'd left a note to lead him on
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The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet
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Early thirties gangster movies
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Set to spellbind population
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From Chicago to Hong Kong
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Via Istanbul the Talking Tong
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Dirty rats thru' prohibition
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Money flowed thru gangsterism
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Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
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Who always shoot between the eyes
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Between the eyes
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Between the eyes
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Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
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Chances could call, and accept that, be no other
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Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other
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Now being here, being now, being here believing
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Being here, being here.
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The friends of Mr.Cairo
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| Gio aria |
