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Well, a twinkle, twinkle, little star |
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Well along comes Brady in his 'lectric car |
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Well he got a mean look right in his eye |
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Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see him die |
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Well, he been on the job too long |
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Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar |
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Well, along come Brady with his shining star |
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Well, Brady says, "Duncan you are under arrest" |
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Hmmm Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest |
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Yes, he been on the job too long |
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Well "Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong |
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Well breaking in here while my games goin' on |
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Well breaking down the windows, knocking' down the stuff |
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Uhuh, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor. |
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Yes, you been on the job too long |
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Well Old King Brady was a big fat man, |
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Doctor reached out, grab hold of his hand, |
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Felt for his pulse, "Doctor," he said, |
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"I believe, to my soul, King Brady's dead. |
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Yes, he been on the job too long |
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Well high-tailed carriages standin' all around, |
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Well just takin' Brady to his buryin' ground, |
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Well, high-tailed carriages, rubber-tired hack, |
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Now take him to the graveyard, ain't goin' to bring him back. |
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Yes, he been on the job too long |
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Well, Women all heard King Brady was dead, |
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Go back home and they rerag in red |
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Come slippin', slidin, and shufflin' down the street, |
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In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet. |
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He been on the job too long |
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Well "Brady, Brady well you know you done wrong |
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Well breaking in here while my gigs goin' on |
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Well breaking down the windows, knocking' down the stuff |
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And, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor. |
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You been on the job too long |
