Rupert Holmes - Durdle's Confession lyrics

What reason could I have to
Ever want Drood dead?
Why would I want to harm
A hair upon his head?
But, I'm the candidate you rowdy
Lot have chose -
And so my motives now I fear I must disclose

After Jasper laid his nephew in the crypt
He fled!
With quarts of port, to Drood I drank a toast
When I heard him moaning, groaning
In my drunken head
I thought Drood was a ghost!

Then he started screamin'
Just like a demon - it was a dreadful cry!
Drunken stiff, my mind did hear it
As a different kind of spirit
So I bashed him, smashed him
The murderer am I!



Much thanks, goodbye!