[Intro]
(Oh, swing it, boys!)
OooOooooo

[instrulmental hook]

[Verse 1]
Down in the city, where the bright lights dim,
Mouse P.I., with vigor and vim!
Zoot suits, Tommy guns, and hats so wide,
He's the cat's pajamas, on a bumpy ride.

[Pre-Chorus]
With a gat in his grip and a twinkle in his eye,
This detective’s on the fly,
In a town full of jive, he won’t take a dive,
He’s the sharpie who’ll thrive, oh my!

OooOooooo

[Chorus]
Mouse, P.I., the flatfoot on fire,
Swingin’ through the noir, where stakes are dire.
Cracking the capers with a nod and a wink,
No small potato, he’s the missing link!
Hey! Mouse, P.I., our hero for hire,
In a speakeasy breeze, he never tires.
Dodging the big cheese in this cartoon spree,
He's the bee's knees, just wait and see!

[Verse 2]
A city muddled in smoke and gin,
Where the flimflam men grin with sin.
Mouse, P.I., on the prowl in the neon night,
Out to make it right, with every plight.

[Pre-Chorus]
Through alleys dim and joints that roar,
A gumshoe legend, lore of yore.
From barrelhouse to juke joint, he’s on the case,
With moxie in space, he sets the pace.

OooOooooo

[Chorus]
Mouse, P.I., the flatfoot on fire,
Swingin’ through the noir, where stakes are dire.
Cracking the capers with a nod and a wink,
No small potato, he’s the missing link!
Hey! Mouse, P.I., our hero for hire,
In a speakeasy breeze, he never tires.
Dodging the big cheese in this cartoon spree,
He's the bee's knees, just wait and see!

[Bridge]
In a fedora tipped, with a wise crack lip,
Dodging every clip, on his wild trip.
Hear the hot jazz play as he sashays,
This rummy’s fray is a high-class ballet.

[Breakdown]
Doo-wop, doo-wop, he’s on the scene,
Doo-wop, doo-wop, slick and keen.
When trouble brews, he’s got the knack,
Doo-wop, doo-wop, he’s on the attack!

[Chorus]
Mouse, P.I., the flatfoot on fire,
Swingin’ through the noir, where stakes are dire.
Cracking the capers with a nod and a wink,
No small potato, he’s the missing link!
Hey! Mouse, P.I., our hero for hire,
In a speakeasy breeze, he never tires.
Dodging the big cheese in this cartoon spree,
He's the bee's knees, just wait and see!

[Outro]
So here’s the windup, here’s the tale’s end,
Mouse, P.I., the truest friend.
When the chips are down, he’ll be around—
The best sleuth that ever was found!
(So tip your hat, give a cheer,
For Mouse, P.I., the privateer!)

OooOooooo
OooOooooo

Yeah!

What if AI made a MOUSE: P.I. For Hire song? (1930s)

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