Rhoda Dakar - Private Eye Lyrics

Private investigator not of Scotland Yard
Stood alone on sunset boulevard
Killed his cigarette, lit up another
Watched the people watching each other

Checked the drugstore cross the street
Saw his suspect come out to meet
Tall man in black, fedora hat
Hailed a cab, that was that
Phillip Marlowe turned up his collar
Tipped the barman with his last dollar
Smiled to the mirror, walked down the street
A lonely day, a life incomplete

Hadn't seen Marlowe for a few days
When he dropped by my Ritzy place
Gave him a ride in my Corniche
Snakeskin upholstery, dashboard's antique
Said he liked my bleach job, used to be a brunette
I looked at him sideways, he lit my cigarette

He saved my life a few years back
Some crazy meathead was on my track
He crashed my joint late one night
I thought Marlowe waited in fright

I hid behind the safe
It seemed the safest place
Marlowe smashed through the door
Stuck a Luger in my face

I don't know why I'm a PI, just doesn't make sense
Every day's a parking lot, the crowd of losers is dense
Wheeling with wasters, dealing with drunks
Whisky for breakfast, coffee for lunch
High class fluff, low class hotels
Drugstore cowboys, nights spent in cells
Got no family, I got no home
All my romance, takes place on the phone
Don't work too much, it don't really matter
If I didn't exist like this
I'd be with the rest, in the gutter"