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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 for your tears.
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