PRIVATE DETECTIVE

He’s a very small man

And his face is very thin
He wears a long grey jacket
And he’s got whiskers on his chin
He keeps looking back – I keep diving into doorways
Watching every move – I still don’t know his name …

He’s a dangerous villain

And he’s creeping like a fox
There’s something in his suitcase
And now he’s stepping in a phone box
He keeps looking back – I keep diving into doorways
Watching every move – but I still don’t know his game …

Private Detective – now he’s running free

Private Detective – he’ll never get away from me

She’s sitting in a café

And she’s reaching in her bag
She’s looking at a photo
And her face is very sad
She keeps looking up – I dive behind my paper
Something’s gonna happen – sooner or later

Private Detective – now she’s running free

Private Detective – she’ll never get away from me, no, no, no!

She’s a very smart lady

And her nails are very long
And she’s talking to a stranger
And I think she’s got a gun
She keeps looking up – I dive behind my paper
Something’s gonna happen – sooner or later

Private Detective – now she’s running free

Private Detective – she’ll never get away – oh no!

Private Detective – now he’s running free, no, no

Private Detective – he’ll never, never, never get away from me!

(Steve Hall)