Poor Typhoid Mary
She's done it, she's done it again
Another family
Laid out in hospital beds
The youngest has turned a deathly white
And he probably won't last the night
Poor Typhoid Mary
From kitchen to kitchen she goes
Slicing and dicing
Do you suppose that she knows
The doctors, the lawyers, the New York police
Can't catch this walking disease
She only wanted
To make you a sandwich
Poor Typhoid Mary
They're chasing her, chasing her down
Following bodies
Dropping in town after town
Her conscience is clean, if not her hands
So she's running away from the man
Because when she was little, her mother said listen
Before you leave home, let me pass on this wisdom
America's gonna be cruel to a fat Irish girl
You won't find a job and you won't find romance
But if you can cook, then you might have a chance
So keep stirring those pots, keep on shaking those pans
If you want to be loved in this world
So if you go see her don't take what she offers
Don't even drink if she gives you some water
Only remember she's somebody's daughter
It's not Mary's fault
It's not Mary's fault
She only wanted
To make you a sandwich
She only wanted
To bake you a pie
Just one more sandwich
Then Mary's done
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