Well, his name was agent Bobby   Found his body in the bay   He was thrown in undercover   Put a hundred thieves away   But with the fall of old town bosses   Old traditions starts to fade   What should have been the end of the story    Would mark the end of Bobby's day      Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow    's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe   So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do   Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue      Bobby's daughter Jane was single   Early twenties, like to date   When with this guy at work from Boston   He tied her up and left a steak   They headed back to Massachusetts   To warehouse by the bay   On Bobby's desk a letter urged him:   "Come alone or it's bye, bye Jane"      So Bobby strapped on his gun, hopped on route 95   For a three hour drive, take a normal man five   What comes up ahead, didn't know, didn't wait   Did a hundred flyin' up the interstate   Well he got to the door with a cautious hand   Six shots rang out, Bobby falls dead man   Soaked his feet in cement on a boat, on their way   Had a beer as they watch Bobby sink into the bay       Some trigger happy punk with a nose full of blow   's got a contract out on agent Bobby Roe   So he'd get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do   Still he might not make it past Fifth Avenue   If we could make it to the boat then there might be a chance   We could save Bobby's life and his wife named Blanche   But his friend Jimmy Bullet's got his own kinda plan   Gonna save Bobby's life with the whole damn plan      It was a cold and dark frost morning   Certain sounds that set the mood   Jane was history before he even got there   Hear the talkback on the radio   Six gun-shot wounds on top of water logged balloon type features   One zip and he was on his way home   They stopped to notify his wife, knocked on the door but no one answers.