Jack the Ripper

There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night
With a little black bag that's oh so tight
Long black cloak hangin down his back
Tall black hat that hides his face

Well he walks down the street
To every girl he meets
He says is your name Mary Kelly

When she walks down the street he's never far behind
With his little black bag and his switchblade knife
Then he catches up when the lights go down
Hear police sirens goin all around

Well he walks down the street
To every girl he meets
He says is your name Mary Kelly

Cops keep getting close
But the ripper's much too clever
if they ever catch him then they'll find out
His name is really....

Well the streets of London will never be safe
Whenever Jack The Ripper gets to show his face
Don't go in the alley where he's out of sight
Don't go walk the streets of London late at night.

Well he walks down the street
To every girl he meets
He says is your name Mary Kelly