Listen everybody: I'm going to sing a song
It won't be dirty: And it won't be long

When you want some whiskey: Right off the *stove*
Go over: And see miss stella gold

The gals from the alley: Slipping all around
Telling everybody: They're leaving town

I got a yellow gal: And a brown named mame
But the best I've ever had: Was the old crow jane

Met a funny fellow: He didn't like girls
Painted his face: And with his hair all curls

I'm staying with a woman: About fifty‑two
I thought she was too old: I'm telling you