“And did you kick him in the head?
Did you see the blood run down? Did you laugh at all when the
people walked right by and said aloud,
‘You gutter punks are all the same.
Probably make twenty dollars ‘fore the weekends over?’
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.”
I think that from now on, whenever I hear this song, I will associate it with Hack Bartholemew. Shalom, my brother.