Benny Boy

Benny Boy

Benny was the kind of gent,
Who never wasted time or cent,
On anything that wasn't booze,
Nor gamble what he couldn't lose.

He was the quiet, patient sort,
Who ogled women just for sport.
You'd almost miss his creepy sneer,
But sense it once he'd slowly near.

Benny boy, Benny boy, fronted a guise,
Of a bucked tooth grin and jet black eyes.
He spied from the dark but was finally caught.
Benny boy, Benny boy gone in one shot.

Benny boy, Benny boy, fronted a guise,
Of a bucked tooth grin and jet black eyes.
He spied from the dark but was finally caught.
Benny boy, Benny boy gone in one shot.

The rumor of his final night,
Was drinkin' senseless in delight.
When out of the blue, a girl walked in,
And there was Benny with his bucked tooth grin.

She must have known some people there,
As Benny never saw those men appear.
Until the bullet pierced right through,
He was none-the-wiser with his mug of brew.

Benny boy, Benny boy, fronted a guise,
Of a bucked tooth grin and jet black eyes.
He spied from the dark but was finally caught.
Benny boy, Benny boy gone in one shot.

Benny boy, Benny boy, fronted a guise,
Of a bucked tooth grin and jet black eyes.
He spied from the dark but was finally caught.
Benny boy, Benny boy gone in one shot.

Some say Benny's still seen there,
Some say he just just disappeared.
All I know to my great terror,
I can see him in my bathroom mirror.