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William Zanzinger Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office 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 minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and down 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office 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 minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and down 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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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