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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