The Man With the Skeleton Arms

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...