First he'll do you dirty
Then tell you to get clean
He's the nastiest old man I have ever seen
Yet Mr. Hammond, you still hang your head so high
So high
He'll sell you the paper
But when you turn your back
He'll snatch it from your pocket and replace it on the rack
Yet Mr. Hammond, you still hang your head so high
So high
He shuffled 'round the counter
Came creeping up behind
He said I know you're stealing, don't you know that that's a crime?
Yet Mr. Hammond, you still hang your head so high
So high
Yet Mr. Hammond, you still hang your head so high