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killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 old and birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 old and birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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