The Hot City Symphony, Pt. 2: Man In The Jar

Hot city!
I got the call on a rainy monday
Business was uneasy
So I flipped open a packet of cigarettues
And considered the situation
Was her daddy bad?
Was it bullets for the baby?
But there's one thing bothering me-
Who was the man in the jar?
The fog drifted down over the rover,
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 a fabulours frame,
The man in the jar
Brother!
-I'm a telling the tale
Of a beautiful frail
Who's daddy was bad
Buddy!
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!
Hnngggh!
I knew this was the grande 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.
Aaaah honey took my gun
Six-teen guys enter the elevator at the same time
That can only mean that:
I must be the man in the jar
(Laughing)
Hot shot!
Give me the phone
Leave me alone, the man in the jar
Sister!
You've got me all wrong,
I'm just springing along with
The man in the jar
Zabba, zabba zabba da ba
Babba da za, zabba da ba
Zabba, zabba zdabba da ba
Babba da za, zabba da ba
The man in he 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!
Oh don't play that song fellas!
Please don't play that song!
Ah don't play the song!
You don't want to play it.
You're playing the Hot City Symphony
The Hot.
City.
Symphony!