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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took him
As 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And 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 on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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 through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who 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 that all's equal and that the 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 after and caught '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 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 all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took him
As 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And 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 on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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 through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who 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 that all's equal and that the 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 after and caught '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 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 all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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