Walking through the alleyway looking
for a movie star and a new car
dodging round the corner going
into a bar y'know you took me too far
on the phone talking secret code
that is mumble jumble make me explode
turn a collar to fate, leave a dollar
on the plate, make me a date.

Nervous tics and shoes dragging,
getting instructions from a car horn wagon
shortened memory lagging, feeling
like a wet, fire-breathing dragon.
Breaking down select attention,
readjust sense of direction completed mission
dropping all inhibition twist around
to face the street with some suspicion

Steal my music, spy through my window,
bug my apartment and make me famous.