Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star Along comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look right in his eye Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die He been on the job too long
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar Along come Brady with his shiny star Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest" And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest He been on the job too long
"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong Bustin' in here when this game's goin' on Breakin' down my windows, smashin' down my door Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor You been on the job too long."
Now, old King Brady was a big fat man Doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand He felt for his pulse, doctor said "I believe unto my soul King Brady's dead" He been on the job too long
Said, high tailed carriages standing around Just takin' King Brady to the burying ground High tailed carriages, rubber tired hack Gonna take him to the graveyard And don't bring him back Been on the job too long
When old women heard King Brady was dead They went home and they'd be re-ragged in red Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet He been on the job too long Been on the job too long Been on the job too longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
