| Sing, Muse, of the passion of the pistol | 
| Sing, Muse, of the warning by the whistle | 
| A night so dark in the waning | 
| A dawn obscured by a slate sky raining | 
| Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir | 
| A teenage lookout on the signal tower | 
| The mogul’s daughter in hog-tie | 
| The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect crime | 
| The bagman’s quaking at the fingers | 
| The hand-off, glance a little lingers | 
| A well-dressed man in the cross-hairs | 
| A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect crime | 
| It was like a ticker tape parade | 
| When the plastique on the safe was blown away | 
| And we all gazed from eye to eye | 
| As we mouthed our silent goodbyes | 
| The valley’s sleeping like a bastard | 
| It stinks of slumber and disaster | 
| Two words are spoke on the tap wire | 
| The agent’s ploy finds a surefire backfire | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime | 
| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect | 
| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime |