Benny The Bouncer - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance

He’d slash your granny’s face up given half a chance.

He’d sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid

He thought he was the meanest

Until he met with Savage Sid.

Now Sidney was a greaser with some nasty roots

He poured a pint of Guinness over Benny’s boots

Benny looked at Sidney:

Sidney stared right back in his eye.

Sidney chose a switchblade

And Benny got a cold meat pie.

Oh!

what a terrible sight,

Much to the people’s delight.

One hell of a fight.

Sidney grabbed a hatchet, buried it… in Benny’s head.

The people gasped as he bled:

The end of a Ted?

Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the Palais in bits.

They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit.

But some of him was missing

And part of him arrived too late,

So now he works for Jesus

As the bouncer at St. Peter’s Gate.