Well, his name was agent Bobby
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Found his body in the bay
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He was thrown in undercover
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Put a hundred thieves away
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But with the fall of old town bosses
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Old traditions starts to fade
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What should have been the end of the story
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Would mark the end of Bobby's day
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Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow
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's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe
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So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do
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Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue
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Bobby's daughter Jane was single
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Early twenties, like to date
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When with this guy at work from Boston
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He tied her up and left a steak
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They headed back to Massachusetts
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To warehouse by the bay
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On Bobby's desk a letter urged him:
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"Come alone or it's bye, bye Jane"
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So Bobby strapped on his gun, hopped on route 95
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For a three hour drive, take a normal man five
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What comes up ahead, didn't know, didn't wait
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Did a hundred flyin' up the interstate
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Well he got to the door with a cautious hand
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Six shots rang out, Bobby falls dead man
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Soaked his feet in cement on a boat, on their way
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Had a beer as they watch Bobby sink into the bay
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Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow
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's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe
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So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do
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Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue
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If we could make it to the boat then there might be a chance
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We could save Bobby's life and his wife named Blanche
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But his friend Jimmy Bullet's got his own kinda plan
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Gonna save Bobby's life with the whole damn plan
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It was a cold and dark frost morning
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Certain sounds that set the mood
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Jane was history before he even got there
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Hear the talkback on the radio
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Six gun-shot wounds on top of water logged balloon type features
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One zip and he was on his way home
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They stopped to notify his wife, knocked on the door but no one answers.
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The End Of Agent Bobby Roe
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| Nine Days |
