Well it´s Twinkle, twinkle, little star
´Long comes Brady in his ´lectric car
Got a mean look right in his eye
He gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
He been on the job too long

Well Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
´Long came Brady with his shiny star
"Brady," said Duncan, "you are under arrest"
Duncan shot a hole right in Brady´s chest
He been on the job too long

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Breakin´ in here while my game´s goin´ on
Breakin´ down the windows, bustin´ down the door
Now you lyin´ dead on the barroom floor
You been on the job too long"

Old King Brady was a big, fat man
Doctor reached up and took hold of his hand
Felt for the pulse, the doctor he said
"I believe to my soul, king Brady´s dead"
Yes, He been on the job too long

Well, those rubber-tired carriages standing around
Taking Brady to the burying ground
High-top carriages and rubber-tired hack
Well, they took him to the graveyard
But they didn´t bring him back
He been on the job too long

When the women they heard King Brady was dead
They all go home and they re-rag in red
Come slippin´ and a-slidin´, shuffelin´ down the street
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin´ feet
They been on the job too long

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Breakin´ in here while my game´s goin´ on
Bustin´ down the window, knockin´ down the door
Now you lyin´ dead on the barroom floor
You been on the job too long"