Well she's nothing much

but she looks like a gangster's moll

Well there ain't no doubt about it

I know she ran with Mad Dog Coll

She's the driver of the getaway car

Public enemy No.1

She's fact and she's fiction

All wrapped up into one

Sound, lights and vision

Street car collisions and all

We got the G-men on a mission,

They can't catch up at all

Won't you have that motor twitchin'

for Public enemy No.1

Well the marked man unmarked car

Waiting out in the cold

Got his work cut out

Well a travel guide to a shooting star

is the only clue we left about

It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out

Synchronised tension's taking hold

It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out

Synchronised tension's taking hold, taking hold

B-girl oh B-girl

Be my permanent alibi

Well you got to keep your eyes peeled

stay alert at the wheel tonight

Keep the key in the ignition

we won't get no remission this time

Won't you have that motor twitchin'

When i come running by