Jazz-Jive Song I

Janie said she done liked her head,
but wanted an escape or two.
And Mercy-Plum, that Chattanooga bum
Would have to give a band-aid shoe.

Out the window and into the bank
of the lazy river Divine
Our Lady of devotion, lookin' for the lotion
was distracted by the coal mine...

The tattle-maroo, at the edges of the Skoo
was looking at Janie and Merce..
and just when the thought it was a tree they bought,
They'd been taken with the horse-less curse.

(Chorus)
Oh rave on..
Oh rave on Mathilda Malone
no one can touch your palanquin, or your ditty bone.
so just haul it, haul it in,
across the the little river bridge.
You know the sump-pump is heaving its kerfuffle
over the dank ruck fridge.