| Hey everybody, did the news get around
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| About a guy named Butcher Pete
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| Oh, Pete just flew into this town
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| And he’s choppin' up all the women’s meat
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| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
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| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
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| He’s hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
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| He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat
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| Butcher Pete’s got a long sharp knife
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| He starts choppin' and don’t know when to stop
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| All you fellows gotta watch your wifes
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| 'Cause Pete don’t care who’s meat he chops
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| Ever since Peter flew into town
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| He’s been havin' a ball
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| Just cuttin' and choppin' for miles around
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| Single women, married women, old maids and all
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| Wakes up in the morning, half past five
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| Chops from sunrise to sunset
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| I don’t see how he stays alive
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| Meat’s gonna be the death of ole Pete, yeah
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| The police put Pete in jail
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| Yes, he finally met his faith
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| But when they came to pay his bail
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| They found him choppin' up his cell mate
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| That Butcher Pete is a crazy man
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| Tries to chop down the wind and the rain
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| Just hacks on anything he can get
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| Say, turn this record over, you ain’t heard nothing yet |