Men with beards, what are they hiding?nCould I handle the truth if they chose me to confide in?nOr would my dead body be found down a railway sidingnWhere I'd been murdered by a man with a beardnWhere I'd been murdered by a man with a beardnnYou can't work out what they're thinking in their facenBecause they've got hair growing all over the placenYou can't tell what they're up to, maybe it's best not to knownPerhaps they're full of hair up herenBut they've got none down below?nDo they put porno mags in the bushes in the woods?nDo they interfere with kidsnAnd make them say 'Thank you' afterwards?nDo they hang around in parks and wait till after darknJump out of the bushes and then fuck you for a lark?nnMen with beards, what are they concealing?nThat facial fuzz gives me an uneasy feelingnBut they'll hide my dismembered corpse up in the ceilingnWhere I've been butchered by a man with a beardnWhere I've been butchered by a man with a beardnnShipman, Bin Laden, Stilgoe, HaystacksnThey were all hiding something and that's an actual factn'Whispering' Bob Harris - why was his voice so soft?nHad he murdered a prositute up in his loft?nNow, Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire RippernHe avoided the use of a razor or clippernThey've all got a secret, don't think that they ain'tnIt could be something as simple as a skin complaintnnMen with beards, what are they obscuring?nThey all seem so confident and so assuringnBut to some waste ground you they'll be alluringnWhere you'll be bludgeoned by a man with a beardnWhere you'll be bludgeoned by a man with a beardnn(Watch out for men with beards!)