I Feel Like Mike Hammer After The Third Or
Fourth Attack By A Gunman In One Day, I
Feel All Fatigued And Evil, Finding The Noise
In My Downtown Chicago Just Too Much;
I Need The Care Of An Electrifying Beauty
To Restore Me To My Macho Bravery
I Want To Solve This Crime So I Can Reach
The Last Page And Take A Momentary
Break Before The Next Attacker Come
Again, I Want To Feel The Joy Of Seeing
How The Criminal Pointing His Gun At Me
Is Gunned Down Himself By The Hair-Trigger
Rifle Of The Skeleton Who Had Been Killed
By Him Thirty Years Ago, Then Turn To Velda,
My Life-‘s Love, And Show Her Where Is
Paradise