I got a call on a rainy Monday Business was uneasy so I flipped open a fresh packet of cigarettes and considered the situation Was her daddy bad? Was it bullets for my baby? But there's one thing bothering me Who was the man in the jar? The fog drifted down over the river I turned up the collar of my coat I gotta get over there fast, fast, fast Call me a cab, call me a cab I entered the study Through the french windows There on the floor was all that was left Of the man with no face Crazy Was the name of the case Of the man with no face The man in the jar Daisy Was the name of the dame with the fabulous frame The man in the jar Brother I'm telling a tale Of a beautiful frail Whose daddy was bad Buddy Don't give me no jive Just staying alive The man in the jar, The man in the jar He wanna get out, he wanna get out Smashin' the gla**, smashin' the gla**, smashin' the gla** The man in the jar I knew this was the grande finale 'Cos Hot City was too hot for Daisy That was the name of the frail who ended in jail Leaving me as a patsy Honey take my gun Sixteen guys entered the elevator at the same time that can only mean that I must be the man in the jar Hot shot- Give me the phone Then leave me alone I'm like the man in the jar Sister You got me all wrong I'm stringing along With the man in the jar Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba The man in the jar The man in the jar He wanna get out He wanna get out He's smashin' the gla** He's smashin' the gla** He's smashin' the gla** The man in the jar (But please don't play the Hot City Symphony)