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S some day it may happen that a victim must be found, I've got a little list—I've got a little list Of social offenders who might well be underground,
 * And who never would be missed—who never would be missed!

There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs—
 * All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs—

All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat—
 * All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that—

And all third persons who on spoiling tête-à-têtes insist—
 * They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed!

There's the nigger serenader, and the others of his race,
 * And the piano organist—I've got him on the list!

And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
 * They never would be missed—they never would be missed!