The End Of Agent Bobby Roe

Well, his name was agent Bobby

Found his body in the bay

He was thrown in undercover

Put a hundred thieves away

But with the fall of old town bosses

Old traditions starts to fade

What should have been the end of the story

Would mark the end of Bobby's day

Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow

's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe

So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do

Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue

Bobby's daughter Jane was single

Early twenties, like to date

When with this guy at work from Boston

He tied her up and left a steak

They headed back to Massachusetts

To warehouse by the bay

On Bobby's desk a letter urged him:

"Come alone or it's bye, bye Jane"

So Bobby strapped on his gun, hopped on route 95

For a three hour drive, take a normal man five

What comes up ahead, didn't know, didn't wait

Did a hundred flyin' up the interstate

Well he got to the door with a cautious hand

Six shots rang out, Bobby falls dead man

Soaked his feet in cement on a boat, on their way

Had a beer as they watch Bobby sink into the bay

Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow

's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe

So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do

Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue

If we could make it to the boat then there might be a chance

We could save Bobby's life and his wife named Blanche

But his friend Jimmy Bullet's got his own kinda plan

Gonna save Bobby's life with the whole damn plan

It was a cold and dark frost morning

Certain sounds that set the mood

Jane was history before he even got there

Hear the talkback on the radio

Six gun-shot wounds on top of water logged balloon type features

One zip and he was on his way home

They stopped to notify his wife, knocked on the door but no one answers.