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You may ramble 'round the country anywhere you will, You'll always run across that same old Scissor Bill; He's found upon the desert, he is on the hill, He's found in every mining camp and lumber mill; He looks just like a human, he can eat and walk, But you will find he isn't, when he starts to talk, He'll say, "This is my country," with an honest face, While all the cops they chase him out of every place.

CHORUS: Scissor Bill, he is a little dippy, Scissor Bill, he has a funny face. Scissor Bill should drown in Mississippi, He is the missing link that Darwin tried to trace.

And Scissor Bill he couldn't live without the booze, He sits around all day and spits tobacco juice. He takes a deck of cards and tries to beat the Chink! Yes, Bill would be a smart guy, if he only could think And Scissor Bill he says: "This country must be freed from Nigger, Japs and Dutchmen and the gol durn Swede." He says that every cop would be a native son, If it wasn't for the Irishman the sonna fur gun.

CHORUS: Scissor Bill, the "foreigners" is cussin', Scissor Bill, he says, "I hate a Coon"; Seissor Bill is down on everybody. The Hottentots, the bushmen and the man in the moon.

Don't try to talk your union dope to Scissor Bill, He says he never organized and never will, He always will be satisfied until he's dead. With coffee and a doughnut, and a lousy old bed. And Bill, he says he gets rewarded thousand fold, When he gets up to Heaven on the streets of gold. But I don't care who knows it, and right here I'll tell, if Scissor Bill is goin' to Heaven, I'll go to Hell.