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I never was naturally vicious; / My spirit was lamb-like and mild; / I never was bad or malicious; / I loved with the trust of a child. / But hate now my bosom is burning, / And all through my being I long / To get one solid thump on the head of the chump / Who wrote the new popular song.
The office-boy hums it, / The book-keeper drums it, / It's whistled by all on the street; / The hand-organ grinds it, / The music-box winds it, / It's sung by the "cop" on the beat. / The newsboy, he spouts it, / The bootblack, he shouts it, / The washwoman sings it all wrong; / And I laugh, and I weep, / And I wake, and I sleep, / To the tune of that popular song.