Atkin-James You've got to help me, doc, I see things in the night The tatters of my brain are bleached with flashing light Just the way Orion's sword is pumping stars in flight My mind's eye's skies are glittering and white The Lady in the Dark has shot the Lady from Shanghai The Thin Man and the Quiet Man are comin' through the rye At Red Line Seven Thousand there's No Highway In The Sky The villains are the deepest but they plum refuse to die Dance, Ginger, dance The caftan of the caliph turns to powder at your glance The Ambersons have spiked the punch and livened up the ball Cagney's getting big and Sidney Greenstreet's getting small The Creature from the Black Lagoon left puddles in the hall And Wee Willie Winkie is the most evil of them all Strangers on a Wagon Train have crashed the China Gate The Portrait of Jennie has decided not to wait The Flying Leathernecks arrived a half a reel too late The Broadcast wasn't big enough and Ziegfeld wasn't great Dance, Ginger, dance The caftan of the caliph turns to powder at your glance This one for Funny Face and Fancy Pants The love of Martha Ivers caused the d**h of Jesse James Kitty Foyle guessed it though she didn't link their names I've seen the plywood cities meet their doom because of dames Atlantis down in bubbles and Atlanta up in flames And I've seen the Maltese Falcon falling moulting to the street He was caught by Queen Christina who was Following the Fleet And Scarface found the Sleep was even Bigger than the Heat When he hit the Yellowbrick Road to where the Grapes of Wrath are sweet Dance, Ginger, dance The caftan of the caliph turns to powder at your glance This one for Funny Face and Fancy Pants A buck and wing might fix the Broken Lance And break my trance