Lyrics

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