Duncan and Brady - Unreleased, 1992

That is twinkle, twinkle little star
 Along come Brady in his electric car
 But he's got a mean look right in his eyes
 He's gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
 And he been on the job too long
 Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
 Along come Brady with his shining star
 And Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest"
 And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
 As he been on the job too long
 Well, Brady, Brady, Brady, well, you know you done wrong
 Breakin' in here while my game's goin' on
 Breakin' down the window, bustin' down the door
 Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor
 Well, you been on the job too long
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 Well, King Brady was a big fat man
 Doctor reached up and he grabbed 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, them rubber-tired carriage standing around
 Taking Brady to the burial ground
 High-tired carriages, rubber-tired hack
 Well, they took him to the graveyard, but they didn't bring him back
 And he been on the job too long
 When the women they heard King Brady was dead
 Well, they all go home and they re-ragged in red
 Slippin' and a-slidin', shufflin' down the street
 In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet
 As he been on the job too long
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 Well, 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
 He been on the job too long