The underground car park now is half empty,
Silent and dark. But I know they are there –
Gangsters and mafia and crooked policemen.
They think I don’t know, but oh! I’m aware

There’s a bomb in the car, which I quickly disable,
Shriek through the barrier and onto the street.
Against streams of traffic I swerve and keep going
Fly down a subway and take to my feet.

The villains behind me are shooting – bang, bang!
Immune to their bullets, I leap on the train,
But the driver is dead and the train hurtles blindly!
I climb on the roof and jump down a drain …..

It’s tiring work for a little old lady.
I limp and I cough and I live by the clock.
But in dreams I wake up in the underground car park
And wrestle a thug with a knife in his sock.