The Hot City Symphony, Part 2: Man In The Jar

(album: The Impossible Dream - 1974)

Hot City

I got a call on a rainy Monday
Business was uneasy
So I flipped open a packet of cigarettes and
Considered the situation
Was her daddy bad?
Was it bullets for my baby?
But there's one thing bothering me
Who was the man in the jar?

The fog drifted down over the river
And I turned up the collar of my coat
I, I gotta get over there fast, fast
Call me a cab, call me a cab
I entered the study
Through the French windows
And there on the floor was
All that was left of the man with no face

Crazy
Was the name of the case
The man with no face
The man in the jar

Daisy
Was the name of the dame
With the fabulous frame
The man in the jar

Brother
I'm telling a tale
Of a beautiful frail
Whose daddy was bad

Buddy
Don't ya give me no jive
Staying alive
The man in the jar, the man in the jar
He wanna get out, he wanna get out
He's smashing the glass, smashing the glass, smashing the glass
The man in the jar

I knew this was the grand finale
'Cause Hot City was too hot for Daisy
That was the name of the frail who ended in jail
Leaving me as a patsy
Ah, honey take my gun
Sixteen guys entered the elevator at the same time
That can only mean that
I must be the man in the jar

Ha ha ha...

Hot shot
Give me the phone
Leave me alone
The man in the jar

Sister
You got me all wrong
I'm just stringing along
With the man in the jar

Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba
Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba

The man in the jar
The man in the jar
He wanna get out
He wanna get out
Smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
Smashing the glass
The man in the jar

Ha ha ha ha...

Oh, don't play that song fellas
Please don't play that song
Ah, don't play that song
You know what they're playing
They're playing the Hot City Symphony
The Hot City Symphony