Thursday, December 02, 2004
Albert Fish went away in thirty-six
Albert Fish was a steady, ol' manGrey coat and top hat, and wrinkly ol hands
Coming down the street with a mutter on his lips
looking at the children, clenching his fists
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish was a stoop, tall man
He hunched through the States with God's plan
The white kids were safe when his hungers start'd to burn
but not so the immigrants, the african americans
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert fish was a trustworthy man,
And nine year old gracie liked the look of this man
Accept the invitation, you tender, little child
Jesus says he loves you, and then you are mine
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish was a very hungry man,
spanked beef and belly buttons, all you can have
in a house, in a closet, in a deserted ol' shed
he hid with his tools, with his meat, how they bled
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish was a very nice man,
the boogey man, his skin had a faded grey tan
every now and then, a purpouse on his mind,
to lure away a child and roast the kid's behind
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish was a painter, good man
He worked in every state, for every kinds of men
Just when he had written his juciy recipies
did the police take a note, and brought him to justice
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish was a troubled ol' man,
didn't care for nothing, but God's grand plan
I did nothing wrong, in fact I did Jesus' wish
Angels would had killed me if it was wrong to eat those kids
But no more of Albert Fish
Since the spring in thirty six,
His joy was greatly amplified,
electrocution aftermath
A grin, a grin was on his face
Albert Fish, the thriced blessed case
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him
The mothers would not let him take them away
but he did it anyway
Albert Fish dines in heaven now,
seated next to Jesus, next to Abraham,
he was a very humble man, just a beginner
but he got his reward, having old friends for dinner
