Durdles' Confession (feat. Robert Creighton)

What reason could I have to ever want Drood dead?
Why would I want to harm a hair upon his head?
But I'm the candidate you rowdy lot have chose
And so my motives now I fear I must disclose

After Jasper laid his nephew in the crypt he fled
With quarts of port, to Drood I drank a toast
When I 'eard 'im moanin', groanin', in my drunken head
I thought Drood was a ghost

Then!
He started screamin'
Just like a demon
It was a dreadful cry
A drunken stiff, my mind did 'ear it
As a different kind of spirit
So I smashed him, bashed him
The murderer am I!
Much thanks, goodbye!



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Writer(s): Rupert Holmes
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