(Hopkins, Beck, Newman, Stewart, Wood) Hangman, hangman, slack your noose Slack it, oh slack it Slack it for a while There ain't no use in your hurrying me Ain't nothing gonna change things now Now I ain't trying to prove your judge is wrong And your jury, oh your jury I guess I'll know the way out And if you kill me with my canvas shirt Good God, you could put my lawyer in jail Listen It's just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourself I haven't been in this position before Wash your hands, get your .?. Find the waistcoat, lock the door. And oh! Get your .?. Oh yeah, get your .?. lock the door Come on Listen to this one Oh hangman, hangman, slack your noose Oh slack it, please slack it Oh just slack it awhile, give me one more chance There ain't no use in you hurryin' me Good God, nothing's gonna stop me now Oh Don't you worry Cause you never get your .?. Well, might get your waistcoat on Ha-ha Heh-heh
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