Intro: The world has surely lost its head, the news is full of crimes There's robberies in The Telegraph and there's murders in The Times And always more obituaries and even one of these Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes The police have got their man, they're sure, he never left the scene Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying Now it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her Instrumental (verse chords) Forget it dear, it's not the first, there's bound to be another The way you carry on you'll have us thinking she's your mother This man called Lee has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten