Lock your door
Draw your blind
You´re in danger of the strangest kind
Grab a train
Boat or plane

Spain would even be a safety zone
You´re on a spot
Don´t think you´re not
You´re gonna lose all the rhythm you´ve got
Let me tell you why then you´re on your own
There´s a new kind of enemy on the loose today
It´s the ghost of melody when it comes your way
It sorta sneaks right up upon ya´
And kinda put the finger on ya
So look out for Public Melody Number One
If it should be your luck´n´ it meets you face to face
If your feet start in truckin´ it all around the place
No use to call on Hoover´s "G"" men"
They´re just a lot of A-B-C men
When it comes to ""Public Melody Number One""
Frankenstein´s a bundle of joy Jesse James a

teacher´s pet
Gatlin´s gun is only a toy
Compared to notes
Shot from a hot cornet.
So get under cover
You rhythm rascals run
Hide out until he passes"
He´s out to get the masses
Look out for ""Public Melody Number One""
There´s a One.
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