This, I think, is copied from the original. Source: Jonathan Goodman, Bloody Versicles: The Rhymes of Crime (St. Martins, 1971, pp. 18-19; without tune).

YOU CAN'T CHOP YOUR POPPA UP IN MASSACHUSETTS
(Micheal Brown; featured in Leonard Sillman's Broadway revue, New Faces, 1952)

On hot day in old Fall River,
Mister Andrew Borden died,
And they book'd his daughter Lizzie
On a charge of homicide.
Some folks say, 'She didn't do it,'
Others say, 'Of course she did.'
But they all agree Miss Lizzie B.
Was quite a problem kid.

'Cause you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts,
Not even if it's planned as a surprise.
No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts,
You know how neighbours love to criticise.

Now, she got him on the sofa,
Where he'd gone to take a snooze,
And I hope he went to heaven,
'Cause he wasn't wearing shoes.
Lizzie kind of rearranged him
With a hatchet, so they say.
And then she got her mother
In that same old-fashioned way,

But you can't can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts,
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine.
No, you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts;
If you do, you know there's bound to be a scene.

Now, It wasn't done for pleasure
And it wasn't done for spite,
And it wasn't done because the lady
Wasn't very bright.
She had always done the slightest thing
That mom and poppa bid.
They said, 'Lizzie cut it out,"
And that's exactly what she did.

But you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts,
And then get dressed to go out for a walk.
No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts;
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York.

~Masato