Wooden Overcoat Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

There's a man in a pitch black hat 

And his underwear's made of mud 

He jumps like a pouncing cat 

And he lands with a sickening thud 

His head is surrounded by ravens 

The plague has progressed to his heart 

Best that you meet him clean shaven 

Cos his razor is not kept sharp 

And he's wearing a wooden overcoat 

He's known in the underworld 

He lives in the undergrowth 

And he's knowingly undersold 

Though he's never been under oath 

His devil's are arrayed in armies 

And his angels will fix the fight 

He'll shape you like origami 

And throw you away at night 

And he's wearing a wooden overcoat 

His house is a damp museum 

And all of his servants worms 

Mating in mausoleums 

Licking the floor for germs 

And his cabinet's full of wonders 

There's specimens everywhere 

He's negative six feet under 

And has to submerge for air 

And he's wearing a wooden overcoat 

Don't ever act too humble 

Don't eat away thy heart 

He's tearing apart each dungeon 

His tail's an evil dart 

And he's wearing a wooden overcoat