One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da We watched it all, in disbelief At the train station on Christmas Eve A tragic tale, a gruesome scene A bitter end for the chief of police It was a blessing and a curse Don't get me wrong It could be worse When you wake to find The devil where you sleep Sounds like you got your money's worth Turns out the chief was on the take Battled demons no honest man could shake And they made demands he could not fulfill Then he got caught with his hand in the till It was a blessing and a curse Don't get me wrong it could be worse When it all comes crumbling down around your feet Will you say you got your moneys worth That's when the chief came stumbling in With a half-empty bottle of gin The whistle blew, the shot rang out The bottle shattered as his body hit the ground It was a blessing and a curse don't get me wrong Could be worse There's a lesson to be learned He played with fire, and he got burned And when it all comes crumbling down into the sea I'll say I got my moneys worth