Breakfast in Mayfair Fairport Convention

[Verse 1]
The world has surely lost its head, the news is full of crimes
There's robberies in The Telegraph
And there's murders in The Times
And always more obituaries and even one of these
Concerns the brutal slaughter of an old Miss Emma Keys

[Verse 2]
The police have got their man, they're sure
He never left the scene
Indeed, he led the hue and cry, a most unusual thing
An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying
He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying

[Verse 3]
Now it seams the populous will queue to see him stand in court
To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts
This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty
Though no where does it say exactly how or why he killed her

[Instrumental Break]
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]
Forget it, dear, it's not the first and there's bound to be another
The way you carry on, you'll have us thinking she's your mother
This man called 'Lee' has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten
So, put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten