Lyrics:

dear boss,
i keep on hearing the police have caught me
but they won't fix me just yet. i have laughed
when they look so clever and talk about being
on the right track. that joke about leather apron
gave me real fits. i am down on whores and i
shant quit ripping them till i do get buckled.
grand work the last job was. i gave the lady no
time to squeal. how can they catch me now.
i love my work and want to start again.

you will soon hear of me with my funny little
games. i saved some of the proper red stuff in a

ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with
but it went thick like glue and i cant use it. red
ink is fit enough i hope ha. ha. the next job i do
i shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the
police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. keep
this letter back till I do a bit more work,
then give it out straight.

my knife's so nice and sharp i want to get to
work right away if i get a chance. good luck.

how can they catch me now?
how can they catch me now?
how can they catch me now?