The police, the police, they search here and there Sergeants and majors, they tore out their hair In kitchens, in attics, in country and town But still elusive Butler, he couldn't be foun' Some said he had gone to America Others said they saw him in Venezuela But I knew despite all the people had to say Buller was right here in our midst, he didn't go no way The police got a wire one day, I unaerstan' They hustled out in force but they didn't get the man The IG' declared, "This is a mystery Butler getting 'way, worse than Houdini" I ask Butler what was the mystery He said "Atilla, I was right in the city Arrest by the police is what I really feared So I just clip me moustache and I shave off me beard"