Duncan and Brady

Well it's Twinkle, twinkle, little star

'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car

Got a mean look right in his eye

He gonna shoot somebody just to see him die

He been on the job too long

Well Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar

'Long came Brady with his shiny star

"Brady," said Duncan, "you are under arrest"

Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest

He been on the job too long

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong

Breakin' in here while my game's  goin' on

Breakin' down the windows, bustin' down the door

Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor

You been on the job too long"

Old King Brady was a big, fat man

Doctor reached up and took hold of his hand

Felt for the pulse, the doctor he said

"I believe to my soul, king Brady's dead"

Yes, He been on the job too long

Well, those rubber-tired carriages standing around

Taking Brady to the burying ground

High-top carriages and rubber-tired hack

Well, they took him to the graveyard

But they didn't bring him back

He been on the job too long

When the women they heard King Brady was dead

They all go home and they re-rag in red

Come slippin' and a-slidin', shuffelin' down the street

In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet

They been on the job too long

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong

Breakin' in here while my game's  goin' on

Bustin' down the window, knockin' down the door

Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor

You been on the job too long"