Breakfast In Mayfair - Fairport Convention

The world has surely lost it’s head, the news is full of crimes

There’s robberies in The Telegraph and there’s murders in The Times

And always more obituaries and even one of these

Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes

The police have got their man, they’re sure, he never left the scene

Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing

An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying

He’s young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying

Now it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court

To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts

This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty

Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her

Forget it dear, it’s not the first, there’s bound to be another

The way you carry on you’ll have us thinking she’s your mother

This man called Lee has had his day and soon he’ll be forgotten

So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten