My watch is a day late, my jacket makes an odd pair.
I speculate why Im an Aprils fool awaking with March hair.
theres a spot downtown where men of all manner roam
an underground tavern host to all sorts of rabid folk
Im late to a meeting with Peter at the Cottontail
a hired hand working undercover with a spot in jail.
Peter gathered some information regarding my father
As an alias my investigation was on who framed Roger
Peter had met the unappreciated muscle known as Thumper
known for his quick footwork & voice made of thunder..
he relayed some interesting tales regarding the Cadburys
then he swore on the hole where his aunts buried...
a new boss named Bugsy was taking over with one finger..
he pointed it at the funny bone & took down gunslingers.
he had a knack for playing instruments with other talents
embezzling numerous karats to Albuquerque & Paris...
Bugsy could change the season & leave you embarrassed.
a jack of all trades who paved the way for crooks like you.
a few nights ago we bugged his room at the Goodnight Moon
he started getting sloppy. a victim to the same habits..
there were too many ideas in his Pinball mind that ricocheted rapid
Bugsy knew Rogers wife Jessica worked the night-shift
and near the dressing room...I heard him...her...in private...
upon closer inspection...I hear the claps to patty cake..
I adjust my helmet, as the adrenaline kicked in, I began to shake
I couldn't wait...the clock ticks...Im late...
Im late...for....a very important.....date
Detective Darko