| 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' |