Mr. McKinley,
he didn't do no wrong.
He rode on down to Buffalo,
but he didn't stay too long.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
The people,
they came a-runnin' round to see what had been done.
And you have shot the President down with your Ivor Johnson gun.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
The train, oh, the train,
running on down the line.
Blowing out of every station,
McKinley's a-dyin'.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
Now Roosevelt,
he's in the White House,
he's doing his best.
And McKinley, he's in the
graveyard,
taking his rest.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
Yes,
Roosevelt,
he's in the White House,
drinking out of a silver cup.
And McKinley, he's in the graveyard,
and he'll never wake up.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
Mr. McKinley, he didn't do no wrong.
Just rode on down to Buffalo,
but he didn't stay too long.
Hot times,
hot times,
hot times.
Hot times,
hot times, hot times.