| Lyrics: | The world has surely lost it's head, the news is full of crimes
There's robberies in The
Telegraph and there's murders in The Times
And always more obituaries and even one of
these
Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes
The police have got
their man, they're sure, he never left the scene
Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most
unusual thing
An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying
He's young but old
enough to kill and not too young for dying
Now it seems the populace will queue to see
him stand in court
To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts
This
arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty
Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he
killed her"
"Forget it dear, it's not the first, there's bound to be another
The way
you carry on you'll have us thinking she's your mother
This man called Lee has had his day and
soon he'll be forgotten
So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten |
