Hello, Paul. What's on television out there? I don't know. I'll switch it on and have a look, all right? Eight o'clock a.m. there's a knocking at the door Out of the bedroom comes old Reggie Salvador Puts a pasta on his face You'd think he'd caught it shaving Opens the door to see two dapper men Stood on the pavement There's a rooting call I hope you'll understand It's over the pages of that notebook in his hand Hope we're not disturbing your wife Reg says no, she's left me Man tells Reg there's been a murder God's watching him carefully It's a mystery to me, my dear Mystery, ooh There must be some kind of mistake Mystery, ooh Trembling as he reaches for the kitchen chair Surely they won't arrest me No, they wouldn't dare Drunk till four the night before The rest is more than hazy And when the wife walks out of your life Makes you sort of crazy Mystery, ooh Mystery, ooh Have you seen this girl before? Are they even twenty-four? Are you a lady by the law? Can't you find she's so cold? There's a poor girl lying there from head to toes Only means of identifying her was by her clothes But the swine that did the crying has got no hiding place Cos that girl has left a mark upon the killer's face It's a fair cop, Gav. Honest. And crikey. Mystery, ooh I'll come. Quietly. Mystery, ooh