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| THEY’S a banker that’s a trusty workin’ on the warden’s books; | |
| I kin see him from the rock pile where I’m sittin’, | |
| An’ on his case I’m basin’ this advice to feller crooks: | |
| You’d better git a plenty while yer gittin’. | |
| Now, this guy wrecked a county an’ he copped his neighbor’s dough; | 5 |
| He got six hundred thousand, which is some change, as you know; | |
| They give him one or two years, an’ the softest job here—Oh | |
| It pays to git a plenty while yer gittin’. | |
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| Wit’ me little flask o’ nitro an’ me bar o’ laundry soap, | |
| I blew a safe, an’ then, as was befittin’, | 10 |
| I took me ten years smilin’, glad I didn’t get the rope!— | |
| But the next time! Oh, a plenty while I’m gittin’! | |
| For this guy tore off half a state an’ shook the other half; | |
| He robbed his friends an’ neighbors an’ he handed both the laugh— | |
| But you oughta heard him holler at that one or two year gaff. | 15 |
| You’d better git a plenty while yer gittin’! | |
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| An’ so he’s here a trusty, while I wear a ball an’ chain— | |
| (They say he beat most every statoot written.) | |
| He’s got a fortune planted an’ all I’ve got’s a pain; | |
| You’d better git a plenty while yer gittin’! | 20 |
| He cost the state a million bucks before they put him here; | |
| He had ten lawyers for his trial, w’ich lasted most a year; | |
| An’ the jedge who had to sentence him pronounced it wit’ a tear— | |
| It pays to git a plenty while yer gittin’! | |
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