Duncan and Brady Bob Dylan

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