[Spoken] Professor Elemental: Hello old chap. English Gentleman: Come in old man! Why, why you look like you've seen a ghost! Prof: I only wish it was. Gent: It can't be as bad as that. prof: It's worse I'm afraid. Worse. Gent: Let me fix you a drink and, you can tell me all about it. Prof: I have a problem. I've done some terrible things, terrible things. Gent: I see... [Verse the first] It's not whiskey or gin or puffed in a pipe Not opium or laudanum, a different high Not for ordinary mortals, a different vice For after hours gentlemen who fib and lie Leave brandies and cigars Games of bridge with wives And stride briskly to a risky life Down backstreets, the air's thick and rife Bad atmosphere, a glimpse of crime Mind your business, tight lipped arrive To a dingy hiding place, where you give your tithe
Receieve for your shilling, a liquid prize One swig, first sign, is a twitching eye Your mind begins to fizz, unzip and writhe Your hat brim widens, grip the sides A delightful sickness, an itching spine A roar of bliss, slip into the night To find poor victims, rip and slice Stalk and bite Isn't this the life? By dawn, more yourself, revisit your wife "Just a late-night game of cards dear, didn't win the prize" You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde [Panting] [Spoken] Gent: Oh god! Your -inaudbile- must be horrible... Prof: I've... I've drunk some now! [Laughing, bestial sounds] Gent: No! No old chap! [Screams, more bestial sounds, gulping]