Group of thick thieves in Number 17,
Looking for ice that clinks.
Also in there
Are others, the place full—
What do all of them think?

It’s a mixed scene in Number 17,
Some of them out of line.
Sleazy thug cads—
Their gats give them nads.
The hobo has snagged what shines.

Totally unprepared, the crew
To ferret out the gems.
Nonetheless, they repair, the crew
To the train, chicks and men.

Crooks plan to learn
Who’s got the ice stashed,
And so here’s what they do:
Tie up their prisoners and start debating
What will next ensue.

There’s a dick, he gets away and then he
A bus commandeers.
If he can beat the train, he will meet
The crooks, and they’ll do time—years.

But the thick thieves make engineer leave,
And not one of them knows
How the train handles—
They act like mandrills;
Off the rails the train goes.

Going to jail are the bad guys;
It’s quite a fix to be in.
They’re put on ice, but where’s the ice?
It’s just the McGuffin.

It’s still the hobo
Holding the diamonds,
Which had been through a few
Hands in this odyssey—a train crash
Ends “Secret Agent” too.