You're

in

for

sur-

prise

You're

in

for

a

shock

In

Lon-

don

town

streets

When

there's

dark-

ness

and

fog

When

you

least

ex-

pect

me

And

you

turn

your

back

I'll

at-

tack

I

smile

when

I'm

snea-

king

Through

sha-

dows

by

the

wall

I

laugh

when

I'm

cree-

ping

But

you

won't

hear

me

at

all

All

hear

my

war-

ning

Ne-

ver

turn

your

back

On

the

rip-

per

You'll

soon

shake

with

fe-

ar

Ne-

ver

know-

ing

if

I'm

ne-

ar

I'm

sly

and

I'm

shame-

less

Noc-

tur-

nal

and

name-

less

Ex-

cept

for

"The

Rip-

per"

Or

if

you

like

"Jack

The

Knife"

A-

ny

back

al-

ley

street

Is

where

we'll

pro-

bably

meet

Un-

der-

neath

a

gas

lamp

Where

the

air's

cold

and

damp

I'm

a

na-

sty

sur-

pri-

se

I'm

a

de-

vil

in

dis-

guise

I'm

a

foot-

step

at

night

I'm

a

scream

of

the

fright

All

hear

my

war-

ning

Ne-

ver

turn

your

back

On

the

rip-

per,

the

rip-

per,

the

rip-

per