It’s a mystery to me — the game commences
For the usual fee — plus expenses
Confidential information — contained in a diary
This is my investigation — not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports — digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts in this line of work
Treachery and treason — there’s always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason I still can’t get used to it
And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life — no compensation
Private investigations