text: 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
  Every night for weeks and weeks now
  I beat the traffic, I beat the heat now
  For two hours I can believe
  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
  While his accomplice made the payday
  With a .45 he blew the cashier away
  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 who got away
  Man who got away
  Man who got away