The Ripper, Jack The RippernThere's a man who walks the streets of London late at nightnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernWith a little black bag that's oh-so tightnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernHe's got a big black cloak hangin' down his backnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernWell, that's a one big cat I just a hate to fightnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnWhen he walks down the streetsnTo every girl he meets, he says, is your name Mary Blood?nnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnWhen she walks down the streets, he's never far behindnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernWith his little black bag and his one tracked mindnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernWell, he nearly catches up when the lights go downnThe Ripper, Jack The Rippern'Cause that's the time he starts his dirty, uh, chop-aroundnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnWhen he walks down the streetsnTo every girl he meets, he says, is your name Mary Blood?nnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnScotland Yard'll never catch him, 'cause he's a much too clevernHe's much too clevernMm, but if they do, man, they'll get: The Ripper - yeah!nnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnWell, the streets of London kinda never safenThe Ripper, Jack The RippernWhenever Jack The Ripper ever shows his facenThe Ripper, Jack The RippernSo, you pretty little girlies, take a-my advicenThe Ripper, Jack The RippernAnd don't walk the streets of London late at nightnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernnWhen he walks down the streetsnTo every girl he meets, he says, is your name Mary Blood?nnThe Ripper, Jack The RippernThe Ripper, Jack The Ripper