I got a gal I do
Her name is Slough foot Sue
She’s chief engineer at the shirttail laundry
Down by the river side blue
Her farm is all she had with a face like a soft shell crab
All day she would tussle with her feather in her bustle
My gosh but she was bad
That’s where my money goes to buy my baby clothes
I buy her everything to keep her in style wella wella wella
She’s worth her weight in gold by coal black baby
Say boys that’s where my money goes
I promised I’d meet her with the clock striked seventeen
At the stockyard just three miles out of town
Where pig’s eyes and hog’s ears and tough old Texas steer
Sell for sirloin steak at 90 cents a pound
She’s my honey my baby
She’s humpbacked she crazy
She’s lantern-jawed, she’s knock-kneed and she’s lame
And I know her teeth are phony from eating strong bologna
She’s my lop-eared consumptive Mary Jane
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