As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, I’ve got a little list — I’ve got a little list Of society 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-á-têtes insist — They’d none of 'em be missed — they’d none of 'em be missed!
