I remember when I was a little boy, sitting on my mothers' knees She often taught me the story about that bad man Stagolee She said son, he was a bad man, he's the baddest man I know Well he killed Billy Lyons, blue steel forty-four It was late last night, but I heard my bulldog bark Stagolee and Billy Lyons quarrelling in the dark (Incomprehensible) for Billy Lyons all up and down Myron street Poor boy was bloody from his head down to his feet Stagolee told Miss Billy Lyons: you don't believe your man is dead Why don't you look around the corner see what a hole he has in his head Tom devil he asked his daughter who can this bad man be Said must've been a bad fella called Stagolee