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I don’t like you, William Knave
I don’t like you, William Knave
You could change your name to Jesus Christ
And still I’d spit on your grave

You ruined my business with your vicious lie
You took your greasy thumb and plum put out my eye
You poisoned my dogs and threw them down my well
You tend to make my life a miserable hell

I don’t like you, William Knave
I don’t like you, William Knave
You could change your name to Jesus Christ
And still I’d spit on your grave

I married your cousin in your shotgun’s sight
Her teeth are like the stars--they come out at night
She stole my whisky and sold it in town
It’s enough to makе a Quaker slap his grandma down

I don’t like you, William Knave
I don’t likе you, William Knave
You could change your name to Jesus Christ
And still I’d spit on your grave

I caught you at my windowsill stealing a cake
I set you on fire and beat you out with a rake
They sent me to the gallows, my neck for to break
But the hangman was so drunk he hanged himself by mistake
I don’t like you, William Knave
I don’t like you, William Knave
You could change your name to Jesus Christ
And still I’d spit on your grave
You could change your name to Jesus Christ
And still I’d spit on your grave