He was sitting up there for more than an hour,

Way up there on the Texas Tower

Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. Yahoo!

He didn't choke or slash or slit them,

Not our Charles Joseph Whitman,

He won't be an architect no more.

Got up that morning calm and cool,

He picked up his guns and walked to school.

All the while he smiled so sweetly

And it blew their minds completely,

They'd never seen an Eagle Scout so cruel.



Now won't you think for the shame and degradation

For the school's administration

He put on such a bold and brassy show.

The Chancellor cried,