"It was sharp, babe, and unsheathed, dear,
And honed for you, girl, ex-wife."

This time. . .lacks knife. Trophy-jack thief, here.
He ain't snuffing, no, out a life.

You know, with that sharp knife. . .deceased the pair--
Scarlet billows then did spread.
Lost one glove, though, which decreased the pair.
Bodies severed, severed off from the heads.

He did no time--walked.

No way!

Truth subornin', uh huh,
Despite bodies just oozin' life.

Now he's sneaked into a hotel;
Guests have much luck--he lacks the knife.

He'd gone for jug'. . .throat (cut, cut, cut)
Both of them riven. . .let him go.
Then his lament gag, "If I Did It," went down.
Oh, that "lament" was just done to get paid. Clear:
Guy has got a yen for bad taste lacking bounds.

Now we've heard that lose-nut killer, he just appeared, crazed,
In a drawin' room, hoping to get cash
He could spend after quick sale o'
Mem'rabilia, off with which he'd dash.

All he says is just jive, pure; this man is spooky, tawdry.
Dude's got a lotta chutzpah; he croaked beauty Brown.

Might do time for night escapade
In that tacky Vegas town.

Two folks would be alive, but dude cleaved bodies.
Kook lout shows a lotta chutzpah, this bold loony clown

Might do time for non-knife charade;
'bout-town whack job might go down.

(tritones on trombones)

Look out! O.' hacky's back!!