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Lizzie Borden, Chad Mitchel Tori
Yesterday in old Fall River, Mr. Andrew Borden died,
And they got his daughter, Lizzie, On a charge of homicide, Some folks say she didn’t do it, Others say, “Of course she did”,
But they all agree, Miss Lizzie B, Was a problem sorta kid.
Well, you can’t chop your, Papa up in Massachusetts, Not even if it’s planned, As a surprise (a surprise),
No, you can’t chop your, Papa up in Massachusetts, You know how neighbors love to criticize.
Well, she got him on the sofa,
Where he’d gone to take a snooze,
And Ihope he went to Heaven, ‘Cause he wasn’t wearing shoes, Lizzie kinda rearranged him, With a hatchet so they say,
Then she got her mother, In that same old fashioned way,
You can’t chop your, Mama up in Massachusettes, Not even if you’re tired of, Her cuisine (her cuisine), No can’t chop your mama up in Massachusetts,
You know it’s almost sure to cause a scene,
Well, they really kept her, Hopping on that busy afternoon, With both down and upstairs chopping,
While she hummed a ragtime tune,
They really made her hustle, And when all was said and done,
She’d removed her mother’s bustle, When she wasn’t wearing one.
