Sir Frock

He pulled up in a sleek black car

With his pistol loaded

And he's walking to his room and he thinks and he imagines his target

His target can hear from down the hall

He has to act quick

And he looks at the window and he takes his chance

I came to a halt

I came here for him

I can't let him go, but I do again

I came to a halt

I came here for him

I can't let him go, but I do again

He races to his sleek black car

To catch his target

But his target always seems to be just a few steps ahead

I came to a halt

I came here for him

I can't let him go, but I do again

I came to a halt

I came here for him

I can't let him go, but I do again