They're intrigued in seeing you roast
        They really intend to burn you my friend
        I think that's the bit they like most
        Wake up baby, the mob are on their way
        Howling, growling, they want your blood
        They're out to get it today
        You had to go and cure the mayor's itch
        Then you took care of his clerk
        You fixed up John Green and the old bishop's spleen
        Put everyone out of work
        Wake up baby, oh baby open your eyes
        Look around you, this may be your last sunrise