Hans Reiser drives to secluded place
(Oak-Oakland hills, Oak-Oak-Oakland hills)
Got a crazy look upon his face
(Oaf, oaf just killed; oaf, oaf, oaf just killed)
Crams the body in a crowded space
(Open hole filled, ope-open hole filled)
Hans Reiser drives off and leaves no trace
(Oaf, oaf is ill, oaf, oaf, oaf is ill)

Hans Reiser, chum in your cell block
(In San Quentin, the penal system)
Might be another wife-killer, Scott
(In San Quentin, Pete-Pete-Peterson)
Your testimony in court was a crock
(Peeve-peevin' 'em, peeve-peeve-peevin' em)
Hans Reiser dummied up. . .then talk)
(Peeps, peeps from him; peat unearthed. . .victim)

Hans Reiser did a nasty thing
(Offed, offed his wife, offed, offed, offed his wife)
First-degree verdict jury did bring
(Took, took her life, took, took, took her life)
He'd scoffed at pleas; at first he wouldn't sing
(Twenty-five-life, twenty-five to life)
Hans Reiser, that verdict sure did sting
(He took her life; now he will do life)

Hans Reiser led 'em by the score
(The place he'd dug, to the place he'd dug)
To the place he had buried his wife's corpse
(Kind of a thug; guy's kind of a thug)
But still he's not showing any remorse
(Blank look, his mug; blank look on his mug)
Hans Reiser gets a closed cell door
(Life in the jug; guy'll die in the jug)

Hans Reiser, the pen is your new home
(In San Quentin, the penal system)
You put her under a pile of loam
(Put, put her in, put, put, put her in)
But don't bend for that soap that lathers foam
(Pete-peter's in, pete-pete-peter's in)
Hans Reiser--the pen is his new home
(In San Quentin, the penile system)