Not many miles from here
is I get my meal,
Waltham, dear.
There's a lady that's
got me on a string.
She's the worst you ever saw.
She nearly broke my jaw.
She made me carry my
left arm in a sling.
She's my darling, my lady.
She's not mean and lazy.
I'm back, bowlegged, and she's lame.
Oh, no, just like a cork,
she's the terror of
New
York
She's my long, skinny, lanky
Sarah
Jane
Oh,
Jane, my good old
Jane
Won't you come back to your
bonehead once again?
Oh, they say she's mighty nice,
but her armpit smells like spice
She's my long, skinny, lanky
Sarah
Jane
Oh, promised to meet me
when the clock struck 17
Down at the stockyard about three
miles out of town
There were pigs being figured,
and tough old
Texas steers
Sure long sticks, 14 cents a pound
She's my darlin', my lady,
she's not needin' lady
I'm back, bowlegged, and she's ready
Oh, they say her teeth are false
Oh, they rattle when she walks
She's my long, skinny, lanky
Sarah
Jane
Oh,
Jane, my good old
Jane
Won't you come back to your
bonehead once again
Oh, they say her breath is sweet
But I'd rather smell her feet
She's my long skinny lanky sergeant