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On the wedding anniversary Of the Johnson’s They went out on a date. Little Jimmy had strict orders To be in bed, to be in bed by eight. But little Jimmy knew they’d be late, And he liked TV, he thought it was great… He’s not alone… Turning channels, Jimmy faltered After hearing what he thought might have been Creepy chuckles, scary breathing, And the sounds of metal s-s-s-s-scraping on wood. Hired by the Johnson’s that day He’s professional And likes things his way Or not at all… He’s for hire |
The man upstairs He’ll take care of you. Jimmy grabbed the phone receiver, Called the fuzz up While he peed in his pants Down the staircase In the next room Here he comes, kid, Hatchet clutched in his hands. Jimmy trembled and crept through the dark Into the kitchen Where all the knives are… He’s not alone… Here comes the man… He’s for hire The man upstairs |
He’ll take care of you. What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man, a mighty mighty good man! What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! I'm the man, the man from upstairs! I'm the man, the man from upstairs! I'm the man, the man from upstairs! I'm the man, the man from upstairs! Whoa, yeah yeah yeah! Go! ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO! ONE TWO THREE FOUR! |
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