There’s Something about Whitechapel

An anonymous prostitute and a
Tenant of a tenement in an East London Slum
Could tell you what he got up to.
So please put your whip away.
A little higher and we’re well away
And I’ll be forced you do you in, Ripper fashion.

I pour you a glass of gin and tell you
About old City Police Badge 881.
Then you go and spoil it all by saying
Something stupid like “Hold me, hold me.” Yes
But only at arm’s length. Any closer
And I’ll be forced to do you in, Ripper fashion.

The king of Elthorne Road
Is gonna put your lights out if you don’t
Keep your hands to yourself.
Don’t mention that cuckold, don’t forget where
You are. You’d best stop laughing or else
I’ll be forced to do you in, Ripper fashion.

Gentiles beating up Jews on the streets
Of East London. That doesn’t interest you,
My dear? No. I know what’s on your mind.
You would say anything but your prayers.
Now I’d like to show you where my particular talents lie
So come here and I’ll do you in, Ripper fashion.

By D. Diedrich

Copyright June 2006