| Song | Chop, Chop, Chop |
| Artist | Alice Cooper |
| Album | Raise Your Fist And Yell |
| 作词 : Cooper, Roberts | |
| Some people call me the | |
| Creeper'Cause they don't know my name or face | |
| I got 'em running in circles | |
| Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace | |
| I'm a lonely hunter | |
| City full of game | |
| Walkin' in the neon lights | |
| Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction | |
| Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine | |
| Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I keep the city so clean | |
| Chop, chop, chop | |
| Some people call me the | |
| RipperStole my modus operandi from the movie screen | |
| She's just a celluloid stripper | |
| Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream | |
| Women on the streets | |
| Want money when we meet | |
| I take them for a little ride | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I'm an engine of destruction | |
| Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine | |
| Chop, chop, chop, it's symbiotic function | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I keep the city so clean | |
| Chop, chop, chop | |
| She was standing on the corner | |
| With her bright red lips | |
| Her face was so white and pale, so pale | |
| She had a black leather skirt | |
| That was tight to her hips | |
| And an anklet with a name | |
| It spelled | |
| M A R Y Gail | |
| Gail, Gail, | |
| Gail |
| zuò cí : Cooper, Roberts | |
| Some people call me the | |
| Creeper' Cause they don' t know my name or face | |
| I got ' em running in circles | |
| Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace | |
| I' m a lonely hunter | |
| City full of game | |
| Walkin' in the neon lights | |
| Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction | |
| Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine | |
| Chop, chop, chop, it' s a symbiotic function | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I keep the city so clean | |
| Chop, chop, chop | |
| Some people call me the | |
| RipperStole my modus operandi from the movie screen | |
| She' s just a celluloid stripper | |
| Just another bloody player in my splatterfilled dream | |
| Women on the streets | |
| Want money when we meet | |
| I take them for a little ride | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I' m an engine of destruction | |
| Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine | |
| Chop, chop, chop, it' s symbiotic function | |
| Chop, chop, chop, | |
| I keep the city so clean | |
| Chop, chop, chop | |
| She was standing on the corner | |
| With her bright red lips | |
| Her face was so white and pale, so pale | |
| She had a black leather skirt | |
| That was tight to her hips | |
| And an anklet with a name | |
| It spelled | |
| M A R Y Gail | |
| Gail, Gail, | |
| Gail |