| Hey everybody, did the news get around |
| About a guy named Butcher Pete |
| Oh, Pete just flew into this town |
| And he’s choppin' up all the women’s meat |
| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin' |
| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin' |
| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin' |
| He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat |
| Butcher Pete’s got a long sharp knife |
| He starts choppin' and don’t know when to stop |
| All you fellows gotta watch your wifes |
| ‘Cause Pete don’t care who’s meat he chops |
| Ever since Peter flew into town |
| He’s been havin' a ball |
| Just cuttin' and choppin' for miles around |
| Single women, married women, old maids and all |
| Wakes up in the morning, half past five |
| Chops from sunrise to sunset |
| I don’t see how he stays alive |
| Meat’s gonna be the death of ole Pete, yeah |
| The police put Pete in jail |
| Yes, he finally met his fate |
| But when they came to pay his bail |
| They found him choppin' up his cell mate |
| That Butcher Pete is a crazy man |
| Tries to chop down the wind and the rain |
| Just hacks on anything he can get |
| Say, turn this record over, you ain’t heard nothing yet |
| (Part II) |
| Well, they let ole Pete out of the jail |
| He went back to his store |
| All the women who payed his bail |
| Were waitin' on Pete to chop some more |
| There’s an old woman, who’s ninety-two |
| Lives down the street |
| She said, one thing more I wanna do Is find ole Pete and let him chop my meat |
| Pete went to church one Sunday night |
| He gave the preacher a fit |
| That crazy Pete started a fight |
| When he went hackin' on the pulpit |
| Well, they put him in jail again |
| They tried to give him life |
| Pete beat the case, he pleaded insane |
| They gave him back his same ole knife |
| Well, he got out of jail on Sunday night |
| Monday he tightened his grip |
| He started to China to see the sites |
| Went nuts again and chopped up the ship |
| Brought ole Pete back to town |
| To electrocute him there |
| But Pete was crazy like a clown |
| He chopped down that electric chair |
| He’s a maniac! |
| He don’t do nothin' but hackin' |