Comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat
With a red right hand.
To those who know the workings of your mind
Your face and figure, sir, suggest a book
But I know why you only wear long sleeves
And I know why you shake with the wrong hand
Don't try to hide it, cause I do believe that
You're out to get me,
Gonna scratch out my eyes
With that atomic copper claw!