Mad Mr Smack

Mad Mr Smack, he isn’t joking
He’ll pull the trigger - no revoking
Rarely smiles - very straight
Never early, never late

Mr. Smack, o what a wreck our Mr. Smack
His soul is broken by a crack

His bullets shine, so they slide softly
He’s got one ready, it’s too costly
Beware, but don’t go hiding
Don’t search, or he’ll be finding

He’ll get you bad; he’ll put you in a sack
And drop you in the river, mad Mr. Smack

His tear could cure the world
He’ll never cry, he gave his word
Too fragile, yet too strong
Our Frankie Smack, not living long


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