It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed the cross every half an hour With a calf skin drum and a rattle tat taa The Jolly Executioner He had a son, a drunken sailor Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor Sailed away to far Australia To be the executioner His rope were short, his knots were tight He'd plait the hemp by candle light With a crack and twang ye bade goodnight To the Jolly Executioner String em high and stretch em well Burn a candle, strike a bell Pipe their rotten souls to hell For the Jolly Executioner Then some bloke with a kite and key Invented electricity And the job were handed down to me So fortunate you wish you were I've cooked em all, the crooks and crumbs The vagabonds and hapless bums With a crackle and pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung For the Jolly Executioner String em high and stretch em well Burn a candle, strike a bell Pipe their rotten souls to hell For the Jolly Executioner String em high and stretch em well Burn a candle, strike a bell Pipe their rotten souls to hell For the Jolly Executioner I had a son, near broke me heart A stand alone, a breed apart Brought death unto a dying art A general Practitioner All white lab coats and PHD's And 10cc's of anti-freeze A noble art brought to its knees Farewell to the Executioner String em high and stretch em well Burn a candle, strike a bell Pipe their rotten souls to hell For the Jolly Executioner String em high and stretch em well Burn a candle, strike a bell Pipe their rotten souls to hell For the Jolly Executioner