| Song | She Was No Good |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Secret, Profane and Sugarcane |
| [00:27.90] | She could be no good, I'm telling you |
| [00:35.02] | Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true |
| [00:45.35] | On the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia" |
| [00:56.38] | No one onboard was smelling too sweet |
| [01:03.32] | That precious one must have been stamping her feet |
| [01:12.18] | Dictating demands all well and fine |
| [01:15.79] | A few rods west of the Bridgeport line |
| [01:20.74] | But the veil was drawn and the halo slipped |
| [01:24.38] | Tippling tinctures and reciting scripture |
| [01:31.99] | Faces where slapped just as kid gloves were suffered |
| [01:39.12] | Vile threats were uttered and challenges offered |
| [01:49.79] | On the Cumberland riverboat, "E.W. Stephens" |
| [02:00.95] | Daggers were drawn on pistols pulled |
| [02:08.11] | Staggering ‘til dawn filled up with whiskey and rum |
| [02:17.22] | And several drunken players ran amok |
| [02:24.31] | Rampaging with the crew around the deck |
| [02:32.31] | And I received a blow that was unkind |
| [02:39.46] | It turned my cheek to the colour of gentian violet |
| [02:51.19] | I wouldn't say that this journey had quite been the highlight |
| [03:01.36] | Of the All-American Tour |
| [03:05.49] | Teetering on the edge of war |
| [03:09.19] | Out of the genteel Northern prosceniums |
| [03:17.75] | Filled up with imitation Europeans |
| [03:27.11] | Down along the river of rough damnations |
| [03:34.64] | By the blood-stained cotton and the slave plantations |
| [03:42.13] |
| [00:27.90] | She could be no good, I' m telling you |
| [00:35.02] | Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true |
| [00:45.35] | On the Mississippi riverboat, " Magnolia" |
| [00:56.38] | No one onboard was smelling too sweet |
| [01:03.32] | That precious one must have been stamping her feet |
| [01:12.18] | Dictating demands all well and fine |
| [01:15.79] | A few rods west of the Bridgeport line |
| [01:20.74] | But the veil was drawn and the halo slipped |
| [01:24.38] | Tippling tinctures and reciting scripture |
| [01:31.99] | Faces where slapped just as kid gloves were suffered |
| [01:39.12] | Vile threats were uttered and challenges offered |
| [01:49.79] | On the Cumberland riverboat, " E. W. Stephens" |
| [02:00.95] | Daggers were drawn on pistols pulled |
| [02:08.11] | Staggering ' til dawn filled up with whiskey and rum |
| [02:17.22] | And several drunken players ran amok |
| [02:24.31] | Rampaging with the crew around the deck |
| [02:32.31] | And I received a blow that was unkind |
| [02:39.46] | It turned my cheek to the colour of gentian violet |
| [02:51.19] | I wouldn' t say that this journey had quite been the highlight |
| [03:01.36] | Of the AllAmerican Tour |
| [03:05.49] | Teetering on the edge of war |
| [03:09.19] | Out of the genteel Northern prosceniums |
| [03:17.75] | Filled up with imitation Europeans |
| [03:27.11] | Down along the river of rough damnations |
| [03:34.64] | By the bloodstained cotton and the slave plantations |
| [03:42.13] |