Style Kills

Robert Palmer · 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