[Music by: P. Wagner]   [Lyrics by: P. Wagner]      Harold Walker was a banker   He drove a Mercerdes-Benz   He was a well respected, rich, young man   He'd got a house in the country   He was a member of the club and   His girlfriend Diana was so sweet      Larry Smith was Harry's schoolmate   He has always been a warrior   Never he had money or a job      Wednesday afternoon, 5 p.m.   It happened on the new built highway   Harry was a bit diverted and      So he lost the control of his car   And crashed into a truck   And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance   Death in the afternoon,      Larry was the first to come along   As he saw his old mate Harry   The chequecards covered with blood,   He knew, he was the richer one of both      Harry had a million dollars   But he'd lived to short      And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance   Death in the afternoon      Death in the afternoon   It could come very soon   Death in the afternoon   Your coffin has no pockets...