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 Space his buddy Archer first to go he got it

She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it

-he dead

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

His chase led to the Fatman, 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 thirties gangster movies

Set to spellbind population

From Chicago to Hong Kong

Via Istanbul the Talking Tong

Dirty rats thru' prohibition

Money flowed thru gangsterism

Acting out his fantasy

In Hollywoods vicinity

The best part for the best rendition

Al Capone he sent to prison

Citizen Kane came fast and quickly

Conquerin ol' New York City

Poking fun at superstition

Media became television

Give me Cagney anyday

Or Jimmy Stewart for President

Or Edward 'G' and all those guys

Who always shoot between the eyes

Between the eyes

Between the eyes

Father love do you work, do you work for Mother

Chances could call, and accept that, be no other

Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour

Chance is the fruit, will outlive, 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 you work, do you work for Mother

Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other

Media Kings give us now 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 metting of true love and she

This silent night and I,

I guess a lonely mind might see

I've seen love on the screen

I've seen a screen goddesss 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 with you With you, with you

Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago

My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than

my footprints

Stardom greats I've followed closely

Closer than the nearest heartbeat

Longer that expected-ther 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 Gods early dawning light

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

To be with you. To be with you