Bob Dylan — Duncan and Brady

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"