Song Description

Film Noir in music form - a swingin' story about a private detective who gets mixed up in a jewel heist with the wrong type of dame

Lyrics

SAMMY SLICK
(Steve Multer 2003)

A private dick named Sammy Slick
Sipped a cup o' joe in a diner by the depot
He was on the case of a pretty face
A blondie at the bar eatin' pasta topped with marinara

Got the call at five a.m.
Just another fatal femme
Somethin' 'bout a missing gem
Cash was mighty good so he drove to Vine & Hollywood

Tipped his hat and a fin to Mr. Sycamore
Grabbed a pack and a light from Dolly at the door
Eyed the mob bobbin' cheek-to-cheek across the floor
Saw her at once blinked twice the rock was solid ice

That chick was bonafide
Sam Slick was stupefied
He watched her slip outside
Hopped into a cab he trailed her to the Dixie Diner

Heard the news about the nick out at the Frick Museum
Saw the photo of Desoto in the mausoleum
Added two and two and knew the chick had picked 'em clean
They locked eyes, starry skies ? guys


Now Sammy Slick that private dick
Heard the angels sing when he gazed upon the diamond ring
He sauntered by with a greedy eye
Sidled to the bar for a bargain with the burglar

He had tracked her down with stealth
Jail was fatal for her health
'Course unless she shared the wealth
So the deal was done now the rock & girl & guy were one

Off they drove to cabin on the Jersey Shore
Sold the stone for a couple hundred grand or more
Wine and caviar for Sammy and his paramour
But wait what fate the woman held a .38

Her scam had lit the spark
Her shot rang through the dark
Her bullet hit its mark
Such a cliche she grabbed the cash and drove away

Take a lesson from the lessening of sorry Sammy
Walk the straight and narrow path or die an ignorami
Gems and women are a synonym for double-whammy
Time I flew song is through - adieu