Artist/Band:
Robert Palmer
Lyrics for Song: Style Kills
Lyrics for Album: Gold [2007]
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they
couldn't find out where the watch was hiding
What a confusion
A fellow lost his watch in a railway station
What a confusion
A fellow lost his watch in a railway station
An attractive girl named Melda was accused of being a burglar
She had no purse, no pocket in her clothes,
so where she hid the watch only goodness knows
And you hearing
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they
couldn't find out where the watch was hiding
Under suspicion, they took her down to the police station
And they called on the matron who examined all the clothes she had on
The matron examined with care
She even made her take down her long hair
She searched till she couldn't search no more but the
watch now tickin' louder than before
And you hearing
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they
couldn't find out where the watch was hiding
Confusion now in the station. The matron searching by inspiration
Watch tickin' louder and louder and the matron moving up closer
The matron convinced there's no doubt.
She put her hand inside Melda's mouth
Do you know her idea cam true?
When she found the watch, it was ten to two. Still tickin'
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they
couldn't find out where the watch was hiding
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