[Spoken]
Professor Elemental: Hello old chap.
English Gentleman: Come in old man! Why, why you look like you've seen a ghost!
Prof: I only wish it was.
Gent: It can't be as bad as that.
prof: It's worse I'm afraid. Worse.
Gent: Let me fix you a drink and, you can tell me all about it.
Prof: I have a problem. I've done some terrible things, terrible things.
Gent: I see...
[Verse the first]
It's not whiskey or gin or puffed in a pipe
Not opium or laudanum, a different high
Not for ordinary mortals, a different vice
For after hours gentlemen who fib and lie
Leave brandies and cigars
Games of bridge with wives
And stride briskly to a risky life
Down backstreets, the air's thick and rife
Bad atmosphere, a glimpse of crime
Mind your business, tight lipped arrive
To a dingy hiding place, where you give your t**he
Receieve for your shilling, a liquid prize
One swig, first sign, is a twitching eye
Your mind begins to fizz, unzip and writhe
Your hat brim widens, grip the sides
A delightful sickness, an itching spine
A roar of bliss, slip into the night
To find poor victims, rip and slice
Stalk and b***
Isn't this the life?
By dawn, more yourself, revisit your wife
"Just a late-night game of cards dear, didn't win the prize"
You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
[Panting]
[Spoken]
Gent: Oh god! Your -inaudbile- must be horrible...
Prof: I've... I've drunk some now!
[Laughing, b****** sounds]
Gent: No! No old chap!
[Screams, more b****** sounds, gulping]
Professor Elemental: Hello old chap.
English Gentleman: Come in old man! Why, why you look like you've seen a ghost!
Prof: I only wish it was.
Gent: It can't be as bad as that.
prof: It's worse I'm afraid. Worse.
Gent: Let me fix you a drink and, you can tell me all about it.
Prof: I have a problem. I've done some terrible things, terrible things.
Gent: I see...
[Verse the first]
It's not whiskey or gin or puffed in a pipe
Not opium or laudanum, a different high
Not for ordinary mortals, a different vice
For after hours gentlemen who fib and lie
Leave brandies and cigars
Games of bridge with wives
And stride briskly to a risky life
Down backstreets, the air's thick and rife
Bad atmosphere, a glimpse of crime
Mind your business, tight lipped arrive
To a dingy hiding place, where you give your t**he
Receieve for your shilling, a liquid prize
One swig, first sign, is a twitching eye
Your mind begins to fizz, unzip and writhe
Your hat brim widens, grip the sides
A delightful sickness, an itching spine
A roar of bliss, slip into the night
To find poor victims, rip and slice
Stalk and b***
Isn't this the life?
By dawn, more yourself, revisit your wife
"Just a late-night game of cards dear, didn't win the prize"
You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
[Panting]
[Spoken]
Gent: Oh god! Your -inaudbile- must be horrible...
Prof: I've... I've drunk some now!
[Laughing, b****** sounds]
Gent: No! No old chap!
[Screams, more b****** sounds, gulping]