The Young Reporter Testo

Hands upHe saidIf you move a little bit you're deadI want the [melody?] that you were about to getTonightThey winI'm in a cellar and I have to stay inI have to write a song whether it's right or wrongHere comes the young reporterIn his overcoatI'm on the tape recorderIn his motorboatIs he coming in time for meClick clackTurn the keyThey [have come?] to transport me I'll get used to music mysteryBlack carDark streetRed lightHigh speedThe rope is tight around my hands and feetToo lateIt's doneI'm on a record and I'll have to stay onIt's on the playlist with a little luck it's number one[?][?]