In the narrow London streets In the heavy mist and chill In the thick London fog, he’d hide In the shadows and move in for the ****
With the dusk comes the breeze Your hair rises is the killer near In the night hear the screams In your veins feel the fear
His victims, Annie Chapman, Mary Ann Nichols, Frances Coles, Elizabeth Stride, Alice McKenzie, no matter how carefully They tried, from his wrath they couldn’t hide
London Police were left Baffled They dubbed him Jack the Ripper He was swift and smooth There was no one slicker
For even with every clue and every lead His evilness was free from error On the narrow streets in the London fog During his Reign Of Terror