The Friends of Mr. Cairo

She came as in the book Mickey Spillane

That Saturday night dark masquerade

Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart

But then as nothing happens quite the same

Investigation is the game

He had to check her story right away, he dead

Sam Spade, his buddy Archer first to go, he got it, he dead

She spelled it out, how could they know the fat man got it? He dead

Her sister didn't really live at all confusion, he dead

His chase led to the fat man, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo

That night, the double crosser got it right

Pretending he was really dim

He slipped to Sam a double gin, Mickey Finn

He woke, the boys had gone but not his gun

They'd left a note to lead him on

The chase to find the Maltese Falcon, you bet

Early 30s gangster movies

Set to spellbind population

From Chicago to Hong Kong

Via Istanbul the Talking Tongue

Dirty rats through prohibition

Money flowed through gangsterism

Acting out his fantasy

In Hollywood's vicinity

The best part for the best rendition

Al Capone he sent to prison

Citizen Kane came fast and quickly

Conquering ol' New York City

Poking fun at superstition

Media became television

Give me Cagney any day

Or Jimmy Stewart for President

Of Edward G and all those guys

Who always shoot between the eyes

Between the eyes

Between the eyes

Father love, do your work, do your work for mother

Chances could call and accept that be no other

Science as it might disappear, correspond with color

Chance is the fruit, will outline what is now the brother

Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture

In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you

Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population

Father love, do your work, do your work for mother

Tell me straight, be the godfather, be no other

Media Kings give us now, give us total movie

Sprayed right now, give it here, give us total movie

Now being here, being now, being here believing

One on one to talk to you

Like film stars they get close to you

You've mirrored his appeal

He wants you so, he wants to be beside you

Then you pass by giving him the other side of you

Like the mystics do

So that every time he moves, he moves for you

Soul and light can always see

The meeting of true love and she

The silent night and I

I guess a lonely mind might see

I've seen love on the screen

I've seen a screen goddess and me

Oh, how often this, how often this the power of you

And so I must confess

Whatever I see

I'm meant to be there with you

With you

Silent golden movies, talk is technicolor long ago

My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints

Stardom greats I've followed closely

Closer than the nearest heartbeat

Longer than expected, they were great

Oh love, oh love, just to see them

Acting on the silver screen, oh my

Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan

Fantasy would fill my life and I

Love fantasy so much

Did you see in the morning light

I really talked,  yes I did, to God's early dawning light

And I was privileged to be as I am to this day

To be with you, to be with you

To be with you, to be with you

To be with you