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Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star Along came Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look right in his eye Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die Well, he been on the job too long Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar Along comes Brady with his shiny star Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest Yes, he been on the job too long Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Breaking in here when my game's going on Breaking down the windows, knocking down the door And now you're lying dead on the barroom floor Yes, you been on the job too long Well, 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" Yes, he been on the job too long High tailed carriages standing around Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground SongtexteHigh tailed carriages, rubber tired hack Well, they took him to the graveyard But they didn't bring him back Yes, he been on the job too long Well, women all heard King Brady was dead They go back home and re-rag 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 Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Breaking in here when my game's going on Breaking down the windows, knocking down the door And now you're lying dead on the barroom floor Yes, you been on the job too long Aus Songtexte Mania