Lyrics

[Verse 1] McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled Doc said "McKinley, I can't find the ball You're bound to die, you're bound to die" [Verse 2] Look here you rascal, see what you've done You've shot my husband with that Iver Johnson gun I'm taking you back to Washington [Verse 3] Just got the word that the man who's to blame Is the anarchist from Detroit and Czolgosz is his name We're taking him back to Washington [Verse 4] Doc came running, took off his specs Said "Mr McKinley, better cash in your checks You're bound to die, bound to die" [Verse 5] There comes the train, ninety coaches long Runs a hundred miles from еight o'clock 'till nine From Buffalo to Washington [Verse 6] Hush up little children, don't you wail Wе're gonna get Roosevelt, could've been a quail Buffalo to Washington [Verse 7] Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best McKinley in the graveyard, taking in his rest He's gone, McKinley's gone [Verse 8] Roosevelt's in the White House drinking from a silver cup McKinley's in the graveyard, never wakin' up He's gone, long gone