Truly an inspiring song for a Sunday morning, Charley. It will help me deal with the church ladies.
The version in Songs for Swinging Housemothers (1961, 1963) is about the same, but I think it's worth posting. I'll post the tune after Mass.
-Joe Offer-

The Rattin Family

Home came old Pa Rattin,
And drinkin' he had been,
He pounded on the front door,
And bellowed, "Let me in!"

To the door came old Ma Rattin,
Come to let him in.
He stabbed her with a bread knife,
And let the daylight in.

Then came Grammaw Rattin,
Settin' by the fire,
He snuck up close behind her,
And choked her with a wire.

Then came Grampaw Rattin,
Feeble, old, and gray,
He put up an awful struggle,
Until his strength gave way.

Then came sister Rattin,
Cookin' her asparagus,
He grabbed her by the windpipe,
Tore out her esophagus.

Then came Suzy Rattin,
Playin' with her doll,
He shot her in the forehead,
Just to see which way she'd fall.

Then came baby Rattin,
Sleepin' in her bed,
He kicked her in the short ribs,
Till the pore little thing was dead,
Then he spit tobacco juice
All over her golden head.

Then came playboy Rattin,
Drove up In his limousine,
He wrapped him up in newspapers,
And poured on kerosene,
Then he lit him like a blowtorch
Just to hear the old boy scream.

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