Ace Detective
The hour is turning late
The sky is slate
The streets are dangerous
Ace Detective
Might as well celebrate
The bullet waiting
With your name on it
Are you stuck inside a traffic jam
Better this than pushing daisies
Knew all the time you were a Man Against Crime
Man this heat could drive you crazy

Ace Detective
When does the fun begin
Where are the nights of sin
That famous grin
The hat
I hear a tenor sax
Playing across the tracks
It's in a minor key
And mystery enfolds the night
Til it gets light on a

Crazy Sunday
This heat wave won't let up
The sky is orange
The streets are softening
Crazy Sunday
As heat waves through the blinds
I'd love to get you in my custody
You could fry eggs out on the sidewalk at noon
Burn the buses, torch the trolleys
Heat has shrivelled up the boulevard
Clocks are melting like they're Dalis

Ace Detective
Here comes the sun again
You're on the run again
And who knows where it ends
Look at a ouija board
Listen to seventh chords
Played in a minor key
And mystery comes veiled in lace
To hide her face from the
Ace Detective

Bloody murder
Don't touch the telephone
Nobody leaves the room
And that includes the cat
It was a homemade bomb
Stuck in a potted palm
Blew in a major key
And scenery flew through the night
And doused the light of the
Ace Detective