That Stagolee was an all-right lad Till he k**ed a cop and turned out bad, Though some do say to this very day He k**ed more'n one 'fore he k**ed that 'fay. But anyhow the tale ain't new How Stagolee just up and slew A big policeman on 'leventh street And all he knowed was tweet-tweet-tweet Oh I ‘speck he'd done some too-bad dirt Wid dat blade he wore unnerneaf his shirt And it ain't been said, but he coulda had A dirk in his pocket ‘cause he sho was bad But one thing's certain and two things's sho His bullets made holes no doc could cyo And that there cop was good and done When he met Stagolee and that blue boy's gun. But the funniest thing about that job Was he never got caught by no mob And he missed the lynching meant for his hide ‘Cause nobody knows how Stagolee died. Bad-Man Stagolee ain't no more But his ghost still walks up and down the shore Of Old Man River round New Orleans With her gumbo, rice, and good red beans!