The Ripper
The Ripper
You're in for surpriseYou're in for a shockIn London town streetsWhen there's darkness and fogWhen you least expect meAnd you turn your backI'll attack
I smile when I'm sneakingThrough shadows by the wallI laugh when I'm creepingBut you won't hear me at all
All hear my warningNever turn your backOn the ripper
You'll soon shake with fearNever knowing if I'm nearI'm sly and I'm shamelessNocturnal and namelessExcept for "The Ripper"Or if you like "Jack The Knife".
Any back alley streetIs where we'll probably meetUnderneath a gas lampWhere the air's cold and dampI'm a nasty surpriseI'm a devil in disguiseI'm a footstep at nightI'm a scream of the fright
All hear my warningNever turn your backOn the ripper...the ripper....the ripper