If you're walking home Late at night Through unlit streets Mosquito bites aren't the worst thing That you might feel.
You may have a heart of gold And arms of steel And all the precautions you could take.
They just won't mean a thing
If you don't mind your P's and Q's and ABC's
A is for the cannibalistic, sadomasochist Albert Fish. B is for the lonely lover, brokenhearted Béla Kiss. C is for Charles Starkweather's handsome, nervous twitch. D is for the Son of Sam; he's known as David Berkowitz. E is for Edward Gein, a massacring machine. Francisco Del Junco dispatched some crackheads with a can of gasoline. Gary (Green River) Ridgeway ditched his girls by the freeway With the typical disregard of your average serial killer.
Qigong Master Hu Wanlin could take your breath away, While the Iceman cometh in the night. Jeffrey Dahmer's fine cuisine could rival Edmund Kemper's, but Only if his dates were fresh and ripe. Prolific Pedro Lopez wins the body count - three hundred dead. Herbert Mullin, bless his heart, did everything God said. Dennis Nilsen's crappy classic rock record collection should have killed them but no - He used his hands instead.
Onoprienko killed fifty-two people And Pogo the Clown was inherently evil, Though he made one hell of wiener dog balloon. Thomas Quick and Reinaldo Rivera both sliced with a knife. Arthur Shawcross' tour of 'Nam was a boon.
Well, T is for Ted Bundy, who would kill off girls who were really cute. U is for the Unabomber, whose method was the mail chute. V is for Joseph Vacher - an ugly, vicious brute. And W is for Aileen Wuornos, the patron saint of prostitutes. Citizen X perplexed the Reds when his DNA didn't match the dead. Li Yuhui discussed Feng Shui over a cup of tea.
The Zodiac killer, right down to the last letter, Will take you from A to Z in the song about serial killers.