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He was sitting up there for more than an hour

Way up there on the Texas tower

Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor

He didn’t choke or slash or slit them

Not our Charles Joseph Whitman

He won’t be an architect no more

Got up that morning, calm and cool

He picked up his guns and went to school

All the while he smiled so sweetly

And it blew their minds completely

They’d never seen an Eagle Scout so cruel

Now won’t you think of the shame and degradation

For the school’s administration

He put on such a bold and brassy show

The Chancellor cried «it's adolescent

And of course it’s most unpleasant

But I gotta admit it’s a lovely way to go»

There was a rumour

About a tumour

Nestled at the base of his brain

He was sitting up there with his .36 magnum

Laughing wildly as he bagged them

Who are we to say the boy’s insane?

Now Charlie was awful disappointed

Else he thought he was anointed

To do a deed so lowdown and so mean

The students looked up from their classes

Had to stop and rub their glasses

Who’d believe he’d once been a marine?

Now Charlie made the honour roll with ease

Most all of his grades was A’s and B’s

A real rip-snorting, trigger squeezer

Charlie proved a big crowd pleaser

Though he had been known to make a couple C’s

Some were dying, some were weepin'

Some were studying, some were sleepin'

Some were shouting, «Texas number one,»

Some were running, some were fallin'

Some were screaming, some were bawlin'

Some thought the revolution had begun

The doctors tore his poor brain down

But not a snitch of illness could be found

Most folks couldn’t figure just a-why he did it

And them that could would not admit it

There’s still a lot of Eagle Scouts around

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