Not too many miles from here
In a town that I love 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 darlin, my daisy
She's knock-kneed, she's lazy
Humpbacked, box-ankled and she's lame
Oh, her nose is like a cork,
She's the terror of New York
My long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.
Oh Jane, my good old Jane,
Won't you come back to yer bonehead once again
Oh, they say she's mighty nice
but her armpits smell like spice
She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.
Oh she promised to meet me in stockyard 17
Down at the stockyards, just three miles out of town
Our pigsfeet, and pigs ear, and tough old Texas steer
And sell all the steaks for 14 cents a pound
She's my darlin, my daisy, she's my peaches ----
Humpbacked, bowlegged and she's lame
For they say her teeth are false, for 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 yer bonehead once again
Oh, they say her breath is sweet
but I'd rather smell her feet
She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.
In a town that I love 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 darlin, my daisy
She's knock-kneed, she's lazy
Humpbacked, box-ankled and she's lame
Oh, her nose is like a cork,
She's the terror of New York
My long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.
Oh Jane, my good old Jane,
Won't you come back to yer bonehead once again
Oh, they say she's mighty nice
but her armpits smell like spice
She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.
Oh she promised to meet me in stockyard 17
Down at the stockyards, just three miles out of town
Our pigsfeet, and pigs ear, and tough old Texas steer
And sell all the steaks for 14 cents a pound
She's my darlin, my daisy, she's my peaches ----
Humpbacked, bowlegged and she's lame
For they say her teeth are false, for 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 yer bonehead once again
Oh, they say her breath is sweet
but I'd rather smell her feet
She's my long, skinny, lanky Sarah Jane.