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Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia? |
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Lydia The Tattooed Lady. |
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She has eyes that folks adore so, |
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and a torso even more so. |
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Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. |
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Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo. |
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On her back is The Battle of Waterloo. |
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Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too. |
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And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue. |
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You can learn a lot from Lydia! |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world, |
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if you step up and tell her where. |
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For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree, |
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or Washington crossing The Delaware. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia? |
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Lydia The Tattooed Lady. |
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When her muscles start relaxin', |
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up the hill comes Andrew Jackson. |
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Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. |
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Oh Lydia The Queen of them all. |
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For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz, |
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with a view of Niagara that nobody has. |
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And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz. |
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You can learn a lot from Lydia! |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso. |
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Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso. |
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Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon. |
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Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon. |
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Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on. |
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Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba. |
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Here's her social security numba. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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La-la-la...la-la-la. |
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Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. |
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Oh Lydia The Champ of them all. |
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She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet. |
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The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat. |
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And now the old boy's in command of the fleet, |
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for he went and married Lydia! |
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I said Lydia... |
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(He said Lydia...) |
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They said Lydia... |
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We said Lydia, la, la! |
