Nits - The young reporter

Hands up He said If you move a little bit you're dead I want the [melody?] that you were about to get Tonight They win I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in I have to write a song whether it's right or wrong Here comes the young reporter In his overcoat I'm on the tape recorder In his motorboat Is he coming in time for me Click clack Turn the key They [have come?] to transport me I'll get used to music mystery Black car Dark street Red light High speed The rope is tight around my hands and feet Too late It's done I'm on a record and I'll have to stay on It's on the playlist with a little luck it's number one