He's the King of G-Men,
You must agree then – Purvis stands alone.
He's the reason why Hoover's FBI,
Is the curse of Al Capone.
Well, it seemed to me that I should have excitement in my time.
So I applied to FBI,
And signed the dotted line.

I ain't a cop . . . But look around.

Tommy guns . . . tommy guns . . . tommy guns . . . I've got one!
I'm on a Melvin Purvis stakeout.

In Chicago town Melvin gets around,
Blondes recline upon his knees.
Then he's fighting sin, smashing bathtub gin,
Catching public enemies.
His boss, J. Edgar Hoover runs around in women's clothes.
While Bugs Moran runs a hundred breweries under his nose.

I hear a shot! . . . Who's goin' down?

Tommy guns . . . tommy guns . . . Here we come . . . Duck and run.
I'm on a Melvin Purvis stakeout.

(That Confounded Bridge)
Now I'm away . . . it's Valentine's Day.
My girl is at home – I'm here at work.
And Melvin is with her – getting jerked. Oh, please

Now my red eyes strain,
Through the window pane,
Of this fleabag hotel.
Eatin' cold sardines and refried beans,
While Melvin plays the swell.
For the first time I realize that I'm his biggest chump.
Ain't enough cash to save my badge – when I flush it down the gump.

Ain't gonna stop . . . ‘til he goes down.
Here I come . . . here I come . . . on the run . . . have tommy gun . . .

Here comes a Melvin Purvis takedown.
Rat-ta-ta-Tat-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta-Boom!
Here comes a Melvin Purvis takedown.
Rat-ta-ta-Tat-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta-Boom!
Here comes a Melvin Purvis takedown.
Rat-ta-ta-Tat-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta – Rat-ta-ta-Ta-ta-ta-Boom!