Wake up, Flanagan, the bartender's comin' He says there's someone here Who means to do us harm-- Sound the alarm, it's the man with the skeleton arms -------- Ten years ago on Hogsback Mountain The flames was roaring like a lion in a fountain The trees were burning, too many to count 'em And trapped in the middle With fire all around him, was a man...
Flanagan and I was out camping that day We started our fire with turpentine and hay The wind was howlin' so I guess we should have known That the flames was gonna get blown across the land -------- Two days later when the fire died out Flanagan and I went rootin' about For to find a little dinner of roasted critter, Blackened blackbird eggs and pine-cone fritters
That was how we happened on the badly burned man He was yelpin' for help and so we each grabbed a hand Thinking we'd be heroes if we dragged him back home, We pulled, but pulled the flesh right offa the bone -------- Now of all the mad people, that guy was the maddest He pulled a bone across his throat And pointed right at us Ten years on the lam from that skeletal man He's sworn his revenge, we've heard his sinister plan:
He'll string us up by our hands and lift us over a vat And dip us up to our elbows in boiling fat It's like an eye for an eye, but ninety-nine times worse He wants to do to us what we did to him, Except in reverse...