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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked for first-degree murder.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked for first-degree murder.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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