(Scream and gunshots) Bless my soul what's wrong with me I must be losing my grip My girl's got a liking and it sure ain't me It's the guys on 77 Sunset Strip I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye A hep cool cat with a short billed hat I wanna be a private eye I bought two tickets to the neighborhood show Just to have myself a little fun I went to her house and I knocked on her door She was sitting in the den watching Peter Gunn I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a ham and get a girl named Sam I wanna be a private eye Well I wanna be like old Sam Spade Perry Mason won't have nothing on me If they want me to be like Richard Diamond Always going round like a Simple Simon I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye I'm gonna get real mean like Ellery Queen I wanna be a private eye Now here I am in a lawless year Line up like (untelligible) McGraw I'm gonna drag my net through my secret door I'm gonna get on the side of Johnny Law I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye Gonna sit down grinning, just call me Brennan I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye I wanna be a private eye