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Live At Montreux (RARIDADE),
I caught the Red-Eye at midnight,
In the nick of time,
On the 747,
And we soon were flying high.
Lord, I had no time to lose,
Things were getting hot,
Only I know where we stashed the loot,
The mob wants to know the spot.
They got the muscle in from Cleveland,
The fire-power from Detroit,
They missed me in New Jersey,
Though things got pretty tight.
Well, they caught my scent in Richmond,
At the Hotel Savoy,
But I got out the laundry shute,
And went to Chicago, Illinois.
I'm the Last of the Independents,
Yeah, they're searching coast to coast,
Only I know where we hid the loot,
Eleven years ago.
I caught the Red-Eye at midnight,
In the nick of time,
On the 747,
We soon were high and wide.
The moon was laughing at me,
Like it did not have a care,
But I just smiled right back and said,
"You ain't going anywhere".
Well, I want out of the rackets,
And the numbers game,
'Cos when you cross the big boss,
You only got yourself to blame.
I won't sing like a canary,
And I won't go naming names,
Well, I don't need police protection,
Well, I'll play it my own way.
I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I play by my own rules,
Yes, I'm the Last of the Independents,
The Syndicate, well, it don't approve.
Yeoowww...
Well, I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I got to keep on the move,
Well, I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I got no time to lose,
Time to lose,
Time to lose,
Yeoowww.
I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose.