 Well I caught my eye in the mirror
And I gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, and I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Well, fear me! Fear me! Yeah, fear me!"
No-one did cause they were dead
Huh! Hmmmmmmmm [Oh my God!!]
And then there came the police sirens wailing
And the bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out!
With your hands in the air"
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw the final bullet left
And my hand looked almost human
As I raised it to my head
"Drop your weapons and come out!
Keep your hands above your head!"
I took one hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle round O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in the car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers
Aaah One Aaah Two Aaah Three Aaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar
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