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