The Shadow

We were gathered in the front room
Around the old RCA
For another episode of mystery and suspense

Orson Welles as the shadow
Comin' over the airwaves
In search of the Black Opal
All he found was bloodstains

I saw a reflection (alright)
In a broken mirror
And that's when I knew
The Shadow was here
Way back in the radio days
The Shadow was here

The Black Opal had been stolen
From a princess in Zanzibar
Lives have been lost
In this ruthless escapade

They called upon Lamont Cranston
Otherwise known as the Shadow
They tracked down this killer thief
And return the precious stones

I saw a reflection (yeah)
In a broken mirror
That's when I knew
The Shadow was here

From way back in the day
Of the radio years
Fighting crime and injustice
The Shadow was here

What evil lurks in the hearts of men?
The Shadow knows, the Shadow knows

When he returned from Bombay
With a stop in Tibet
Where he studied with the masters
Learned the secrets of the dead
He made himself invisible
And captured this killer thief
Recovered the Black Opal
And some of them for real

I saw a reflection (alright)
In a broken mirror
That's when I knew
The Shadow was here

From back in the days
Of the radio years
Fighting crime and injustice
The Shadow was here