Don't Walk in the Rain

My name's Sam Club.
I'm a private detective
in a city that wants to crush me.
The rain is beating down so hard
water Buffaloes are running for cover.
Last night I polished off five rats
and a bottle of amaretto.
I'd put away another tonight
but instead I'm taking Ms. Amory
to the Flyers' Club.
Yeah, she's beautiful. Pretty, too.
The smell of her hair. The taste of her lips.
Even the way she undresses.
The kind of dame a guy could fall for.
It's a long way to the bottom
and even longer to the top.