When he got a little older
We buried him on the side of a road
We'll do the shooting
But few honest men in this town
We opened fire and they returned it
If you pull it, Jack, I'll kill you
Curling steel tendrils
To make a killing, is why I want Aten
Wild boy among the villains
Would as soon go to a fight, as a frolic
Venison is better than no meat at all
Celebrated Xmas day by killing the two Odles
He fell like a beef
I'll break them up on lawyers' fees
I'll shoot you right through the middle
Never worked harder in my life.