Well, pistol fires, McKinley falls
Doc says, "McKinley, I can't find that ball"
In Buffalo to Washington
Zolgotz, Zolgotz you done him wrong
You shot McKinley while he's walkin' along
In Buffalo, Buffalo
Well, Doc had a horse and it tore down through men
He said to that horse, "You better outrun this train"
From Buffalo to Washington
Yeah, Doc come a-running and he tore off his specs
He said, "Mr. McKinley, done cashed in your checks
You're bound to die, you're bound to die"
McKinley he hollered, McKinley he squalled
The doc say, "McKinley, I can't find that ball"
In Buffalo to Washington
Look here, little rascal, just look what you've done
You shot my husband with that Ivor Johnstone gun
I'm talkin' you back to
Well hush up, little children, don't you fret
You'll draw a pension off your poor papa's death
He's gonna be gone a long ol' time
Roosevelt in the White House, he's doing his best
McKinley's in the graveyard, he's taking a rest
He's gonna be gone a long ol' time
Roosevelt in the White House he's drinking out of a silver cup
McKinley's in the graveyard, he'll never wake up
He's gonna be gone a long ol' time
Here we go!
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