Текст: Kirsty MacColl. Desperate Character. The Real Ripper.

When you're out there lying in the sun
He's the one who keeps his clothing on
You'd never know him on a train or a bus
'Cos he looks just like the rest of us
In the middle of the night it's a different story
Don't let him catch you all alone

The real ripper
Axed up your pay packet
The real ripper
Wearing a dinner jacket
Ask anyone you meet and they'll say the same
No one is quite sure of his name

Keep your hand on your heart but he's gonna get you
He's gonna make you toe the line

He's the true patent master of disguise
And he invented high rise
On the council they're respectable and be (??)
I bounce around a couple of times a week / bounce around the clock and turn away (??)
Ask anyone you meet and they'll say the same
No one is quite sure of his name

The real ripper
He went to school today
The real ripper
Took all the books away
Keep your hand on your heart but he's gonna get you
He's gonna make you toe the line