He's got to have a hobby
He's got to have a vice
It's just that his hobby
Well, it isn't very nice.

He tells you don't tell no-one
Or else you're gonna die
Scars them for a lifetime
And every night they cry

Well both of his daughters
His wife she didn't know [bad word] all their lives
But has to though

And I saw him in the court room
The tears ran from his eyes
Were they a crocodiles
I wouldn't be surprised

Now his life is over
He's out of prison though
I told him I told him
You reap what you sow