The Hot City Symphony Part 2: The Man in the Jar
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Hot city
I got the call on a rainy Monday
Business was uneasy
So I flipped open a packet of cigarettes
And considered the situation
Was her daddy bad?
Was it village for my baby?
But there's one thing bothering me
Who was the man in the jar?
The fog drifted down over the river
And I turned up the collar on my coat
I gotta get over there fast, fast
Call me a cab, call me a cab
I entered the study
Through the French windows
And there on the floor was
All that was left of the man with no face
Crazy was the name of the case
The man with no face
The man in the jar
Daisy was the name of the dame
With the fabulous frame
The man in the jar
Brother, I'm a-telling a tale
Of a beautiful frail
Whose daddy was bad
Body, don't you give me no jive
Staying alive
The man in the jar
The man in the jar
He wanna get out
He wanna get out
He's smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
The man in the jar
I knew this was the grand finale
'Cause hot city was too hot for Daisy
That was the name of the frail
Who ended in jail
Leaving me as a patsy
Ah, honey, take my gun
Sixteen guys entered the elevator
At the same time
That can only mean that
I must be the man in the jar
Hot, hot
Give me the phone
Leave me alone
The man in the jar
Sister, you got me all wrong
I'm just stringing along
With the man in the jar
Zaba, zaba zaba daba
Baba da za, zaba daba
Zaba, zaba zaba daba
Baba da za, zaba daba
The man in the jar
The man in the jar
He wanna get out
He wanna get out
Smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
The man in the jar