Guy drinks the potion. . .goes mad
When night dims the day.
The churl is gonna be bad,
And he's gonna slay.

He's gonna kick into Hyde,
He's gonna kick into Hyde,
Hirsuteness thick on his hide
'cause he'll grow hair.

He said that "livin' in me
Is a schizoid clown.
Each time that he is set free
He skulks around town."

He's gonna kick into Hyde,
He's gonna kick into Hyde,
Do not get on his bad side,
Or else beware.

We do know why he's writhin' inside . .
Don't make the drink right
When dark as ink's night, he's free.

A whore will soon be sayin' goodbye--
He's gonna kink tight
The poor girl's windpipe,
You'll see.

Doc drinks the potion. . .goes bad,
Then goes out to slay.
The churl is gonna go mad
When night dims the day.

He's gonna kick into Hyde,
He's gonna kick into Hyde,
Hirsuteness thick on his hide
'cause he'll grow hair.

The dude was righteous until he tried
To get that drink right;
But then, some doomed chemistry.

Comportment then went by the wayside:
He caused a big fright;
He didn't do right nightly.

He dreads that ill chemistry,
Causin' him to frown.
And to have no empathy. . .
Put everyone down.

He's gonna kick it as Hyde,
He's gonna kick it as Hyde,
He's gone: kicked the bucket. . .died.
Gone is the pair.

Nice Jekyll was fair,
Mite feckless, his care,
Hyde dredged from his lair,
Hyde heckled the square,
Hyde beckoned--beware!
Hyde's dead, cum confrere.