(Fletch Soundtrack)Somebody wants to buy, somebody wants to sellBut nobody wants to tell fact from fictionNow the word is out, you are the oneWho's causing all the frictionAnd now the heat is coming down(Hey you) get outta townGet outta town (get outta town)Get outta townGo north to Alaska or south to Rio(Get outta town) Get outta town(Get outta town) Outta townGo through every red light, there's a plane at midnightGet outta townSomebody wants you bad, somebody heard a rumorIt's got a deadly sense of humorTime to find a new game cause time is on the runAnd a man could get hurt having so much funAnd now the heat is coming down(Chorus)It's a fools paradise out hereAnd when you get too smart, you get too hot to handleGo north to Alaska or south to Rio(Get outta town) Just pack your bag mister and get outta townGo through every red light, there's a plane at midnightSomebody wants to know, somebody knows a lotGot to get outta townGet outta town (get outta town)Just get outta townGo north to Alaska, east to Atlantic CityOr south to Rio, almost as far as you can goGet outta town, just rent a car (get outta town)So they won't know where you areGet outta town...