Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
Along came Brady in his 'lectric car
He's got a mean look right in his eye
He gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
Well, he been on the job too long
I said , 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 Mr Brady's chest
Well, he been on the job too long
I said, he been on the job too long

Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
They go back home and they 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
Well, he been on the job too long
I said, he been on the job too long

Oh, high tailed carriage is a-standing around
Take King Brady to the burying ground
High tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
They took him to the graveyard
But they didn't bring him back
Well, he been on the job too long
I said, he been on the job too long