I know all about you
They call you Mr. T
You are a barber's son
Oh, You make a nice lemon tea
You use, a cutthroat skilfully

Have you made any more pork pies for me?
Hangman, says nice to meet

Hangman, hangman, waiting for me
Hang that rope from the highest tree
I don't want to beg for mercy
Hangman, hangman, hang me

I know all about you
They call you, they call you Mr. C
You did a very good job, oh
You'll go down, you'll go down, you'll go down in history

Now, have you made any more pork pies for me?
Hangman, hangman, says they're very nice, they're very nice to eat

Hangman, hangman, waiting for me
Hang that rope from the highest tree, yеs
I don't want to beg for mercy
Hangman, hang, hang me
Hangman, why do you keep calling, why do you keep calling
Why do you keep calling mе, oh
Now, you'll go down, you'll go down, down and down in history
Baby, baby, you're telling me
Have you many any more pork pies for me?
Hangman says they're nice to eat

Now you keep telling me you're afraid of dying, and ah
Hangman now says he won't you go
Now you say, you're afraid of dying
Hangman says he won't let you go
Hangman, hang
Hangman, hang me, ooh yeah

Now all you people
You've only come to watch me die
Die, die, die

You've come on a Friday morning
Show 'em the light and keep running
You've jumped to the box and stay down and party
Gonna go, on Thursday night, oh oh
And go, and go on

See them that night
A whole a lotta shaking in the morning
Come and go
Show
At the end of the night
Everybody in here wanna [unknown lyrics] go
You can come along
You can come along
Go, go, go, go