He blew the whistle—sang like a bird
Told ‘em everything he’d ever seen, or said, or done, or heard
He know they had him anyway—they’d traced a dozen calls
To a room in back of Murphy’s place outside of Omaha
You remember Murphy—the brains behind the deal
Had her fingers stuck in everything--Kansas City to Mobile

I was such an innocent when I stumbled on the scene
But I knew Murphy back in Tulsa on channel seventeen
He preached hell fire and brimstone—played rock and roll guitar
Jocko worked behind the scenes to make Murphy some kind of star
The money was rollin’ in—they were sellin’ salvation
About that time Jocko disappeared—right before the operation

I knew they were boys from DC—out of nowhere, there they were
Lookin’ for Murphy--they couldn’t find him--they never thought of lookin’ for her
Jocko never surfaced--but I hear he did OK
Maybe down in Mexico—some say Paraguay
You can find it in the Bible, in the papers, and on TV
Love is all there is and all there's ever gonna be

Run for the border
Reach for the stars
If women come from Venus
And men come from Mars
Where are you and me baby gonna find a little place of our own

Shoot for the moon
Give it all you got
Take your best aim
Take your best shot
It’s just you and me Baby…Baby—Don't leave me here all alone

Things we do today
Used to be a sin
It's hard to tell the difference
In this world we're livin' in
Take the rag from your face--The God of Abraham done rolled away the stone

Run for the border
Reach for the stars
If women come from Venus
And men come from Mars
Where are you and me baby gonna find a little place of our own

Yeah, it's just you and me Baby…Baby don't leave me here all alone