John Wesley Harding
Wooden Overcoat
[Verse 1]
There's a man in a pitch black hat
And his underwear's made of mud
He jumps like a pouncing cat
And he lands with a sickening thud
And his head is surrounded by ravens
And the plague has progressed to his heart
It's best that you meet him clean shaven
'Cause his razor is not kept sharp
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

[Verse 2]
He's known in the underworld
He lives in the undergrowth
He's knowingly undersold
Though he's never been under oath
And his devils are arrayed in armies
And his angels will fix the fight
He'll shape you like origami
And throw you away at night
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

[Verse 3]
His house is a damp museum
All of his servants worms
Mating in mausoleums
Licking the floor of germs
And his cabinet's full of wonders
There's specimens everywhere
He's negative six feet under
And he has to submerge for air
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat
[Verse 4]
Don't ever act too humble
Don't eat away the heart
He's tearing apart each dungeon
His tail is an evil dart
And he's wearing a wooden overcoat