The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive, from victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right, what does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight
Edith in the ring
The passed over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring his renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on
Women he has taken grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces gently to the spoon
Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming some song
some mysterious song
Bars in her head beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says his crime belongs
Edith and the Kingpin each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye they dare not look away
You know they dare not look away