Poor old Harry, he was born at 84
Since he was birthed he was breaking down hell's door.
He killed my wife and shot your cat,
Since he was 12 he was running fat.

I'd say "you're hard Harry, you're wrong".
He'd say "thats how your mother liked it, all night long".

Hard and fast, shame he died
Cold and dead, he always lied
Too bad, too bad
Too bad, too bad

He wasn't bright, he was on the brown.
Blood runs out the creases of his frown.

Hard and fast, shame he died
Cold and dead, he always lied
Too bad, too bad
Too bad, too bad

Hard and fast, shame he died
Cold and dead, he always lied
Too bad, too bad
Too bad, too bad