Jack Gash - the Whitechapel Slasher
No villain was viler
No felon was flasher
Than mean Jack Gash
The Whitechapel Slasher
Upon every dark street
Along every grim lane
The ghosts in the brickwork
Whisper his name
You're out far too late
To be strolling round here
Where the alleys & gutter
Mutter with fear
For these streets are marked
This is someone's domain
The ghosts in the brickwork
Whisper his name
He'll spring from the shadows
A sudden bright flash
And only too late will you know
Jack Gash! Jack Gash!
When the sun is long gone
And the moon hides her face
You should be safe at home
Not this infernal place
There - a shadow! A slash!
A horrible splash!
He's done it again
Jack Gash! Jack Gash!
Who is this Jack Gash?
This faceless fiend?
A demented devil
Improperly weaned?
A carnival ape?
An insane doctor's double?
Perhaps a Prince Regent
With prostate trouble?
But his poor victims' souls
Will never find rest
For Jack Gash runs great circles
Round Scotland Yard's best
He can vanish like smoke
Soft and swift as a blink
With no calling card
But a uric acid stink
So beware of Jack Gash
In the dead of the night
When you tread those alleys
Out of God's gracious sight
Where wicked men lurk
Behind sinister bends
Making hot steamy puddles
From their lower ends
Fathers please watch your sons
Mothers look to your daughters
Lest they wander knee-deep
In the Fiend's yellow waters
He'll spray on your best shoes
All over your leg
He'll gush on your coat
Like a ruptured beer keg
He'll aim for your face
And shoot right in your kisser
That mean Jack Gash
The Whitechapel pisser
© 2007