Public Melody Number One

There's a new kind of enemy on the loose today
It's the ghost of the melody when it comes your way
It sort of sneaks right up upon you
And kind of puts the finger on you
So look out for Public Melody Number One
If it should be your luck that it meets you face to face
And your feet start truckin' all around the place
It's no use to call on Hoover's G-men
Why, they're just a lot of A-B-C men
When it comes to Public Melody Number One
Oh, Frankenstein, a bundle of joy
Jesse James, a teacher's pet
Guns, only a toy
Compared to notes shot from a hot cornet
So get under cover, you rhythm rascals, and run
Ah, oh, you dog
Now there ain't no use of hidin'
I'm gonna take you ridin'
So look out for Public Melody Number One

(Look out, Jack!)
(Well, all right then, you know, I'm gonna make that note)