I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin. I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your rugged guy From down the seedy end of town. Call me up in dead of night Say you can’t sleep, we have to talk You heard a noise, gave you a fright "So come on down, the door ain’t locked." As moonlight plays upon your hair I slip...