Last night I went to the Coronado. I bought my ticket and I found my seat. It was a new adventure straight from Hollywood. Lights went down as I felt the heat. They went tearing from the final scene. Burning rubber spilling gasoline. As the credits rolled away. They were still chasing the man who got away. Well every night for weeks and weeks now. I beat the traffic I beat the heat now. For two hours I can believe now. The man who got away was me. I went tearing from the final scene. Burning rubber spilling gasoline. As the credits rolled away. They were still chasing the man who got away. Drove into Stockton my radio went dead. That's when I heard what the newsman said. Said "armed robbery on the ten-hundred block. Was two men involved and one man shot. Well while his accomplice made the payday. With a 45 he blew the cashier away way. Last seen headed on the State Highway. Driving a late model Chevrolet. I went screaming from the final scene. In a hail of bullets and flaming gasoline. As the credits rolled away. They were still chasing the man who got away. Man that got away. Man that got away. Man that got away. Whoa!