Oh
Oww, yeah
Oh

Well, she don't say much
But she looks like a gangster's moll
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 number one, oh

She's fact and she's fiction
All wrapped up into one
She's sound, lights, and vision
Street-car collisions and all

We got the G-men on a mission
Yeah, they can't catch up at all
We got the G-men in confusion
They can't work it out at all

Well, the marked men in the unmarked car
Waitin' out in the cold got their work cut out
A travel guide to a shootin' star
Is the only clue we left about
It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out
Synchronized tension's takin' hold
It's takin' hold, oh

Oh hey

B-girl, oh B-girl
Won't you please be true to me?
Well, can't you hear me callin'?
Come straight down from the silver screen

Yeah, keep the key in the ignition
We won't get no remission this time, yeah
Won't you have that motor twitchin'?
Hoover's men gonna make a final try

Yeah, B-girl, oh B-girl
Be my permanent alibi, ow
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 runnin' by?
Whoa, whoa
Whoo
Yeah
Yeah
Gotta gotta gotta go
Whoo
Yeah