[ Featuring His Pieces Of Eight ]
Whenever I'm a little on the weary side
I like to turn the lights down low
I dig myself a little of the homicide
They send you on the radio
You know the type of show
Dark night a knock at the door
Uh oh there's a body on the floor oh boy
I love a mystery
Two men are out in a boat
One guy has a dagger in his throat oh boy
I love a mystery
Murder, murder on the air
Corpses, corpses in your hair
Stranglers, gangsters, maniacs
It's so relaxing
New clue a hankie of lace
There's a woman on the case
But where, where does she roam
There's moaning, groaning, sirens, bells
Frantic, pulling, screeches, yells
How I love the mystery for a quiet evening at home
Thick fog, the bay of a hound
There's a body on the ground oh boy
I love a mystery
Two men are up in a plane
One guy has a bullet in his brain oh boy
I love a mystery
Shooting, lotting on the air
Bullets flying everywhere
Lightning, fighting, tommy gun
It's so exciting
New clue a blood stained knife
Ah hah! Someones murdered his wife
But why? Why didn't she moan
There's banging, clanging, sirens, bells
Frantic, pulling, screeches, yells
How I love the mystery for a quiet evening at home
