Over The Hill
He did not know
When he came home
That you'd be there
With cleaver in the air
You chopped up John
Oh did you have fun?
You said you didn't kill
Threw him over the hill
Chorus:
You cut off his right arm
You chopped off his left
You sliced his head off quick
You sawed off his legs
How could you, Mrs. Dick?
You were not waiting
Spent so long hating
Daddy held him back
So you could attack
He struggled to fight
But with all your might
Came that final blow
You left him in the snow
Chorus:
You cut off his right arm
You chopped off his left
You sliced his head off quick
You sawed off his legs
How could you, Mrs. Dick?
Poor Evelyn Dick
You pulled some trick
You did not pay
Then you ran away
So now you've gotten old
But that story's untold
You still kill for the thrill
Throw them over the hill
Chorus:
You cut off his right arm
You chopped off his left
You sliced his head off quick
You sawed off his legs
How could you, Mrs. Dick?
