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William Zanzinger Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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