Duncan and Brady

Well it's twinkle twinkle little star Along come Brady in his electric car Got a mean look right in his eye Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die He been on the job too long And Duncan Duncan he was tending the bar When along come Brady and his shining star Brady said "Duncan you're under arrest" Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest Been on the job too long Well it's Brady Brady Brady you know you done wrong Busting in here while my games are going on Breaking down my windows, smashing down my door Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor Been on the job too long Now King Brady was a big fat man The doctor reached out and grabbed a hold of his hand Well he felt for his pulse and the doctor he said "I believe to my soul old King Brady is dead" Oh he been on the job too long The city high tail carriages standing all around Just to take King Brady to his burying ground High tail carriages, rubber tired hounds Gonna take him to the graveyard and gonna bring him back Been on the job too long When all the women heard King Brady was dead Oh they all went home and three rack and red Come slipping, sliding, shuffling down the street In their big mother Hubbard and their stocking feet Oh he been on the job too long Been on the job too long Been on the job too long