THE GIRL THAT GOT STUCK ON THE COUNTRY.
Sung by Wenzel & Morris.
There is a young lady who lives on our street.
Who gets stuck on every young man she meets;
She got stuck on the Mayor and a lively flea.
In fact, she gets stuck on everything she does see.
She got stuck on our boarding-house, got stuck on the hash.
She got stuck on the clerk and his dizzy moustache.
She got stuck on a book-agent, got stuck on his gall.
She got stuck on a pawnbroker and shoved up her shawl,
She got stuck on a boxer, got stuck on a tramp.
She got stuck on coal oil, and swallowed a lamp,
She got stuck on a crank, got stuck on a chump.
She went after water and got stuck in the pump.
Got stuck on free lunches, got stuck in the soup,
Got stuck on eating snow balls, and they gave her the croup.
Got stuck on bock beer, drank nearly a peck,
Tried to do a flip-flap and stuck on her neck,
Got stuck on Cleveland and Ben Butler's glass eye,
Went down to dinner and got stuck on mince pie.
Got stuck on the butter, which was stuck full of hair,
Got stuck on the pudding, and stuck in her chair,
Got stuck on a wart that was stuck on her nose.
Got stuck in the snow and she liked to get froze,
Got stuck on Sullivan, got stuck on Jim Mace,
Got stuck on a bill-poster, and got stuck in the paste,
Got stuck on Tony Pastor, got stuck on his plug,
Got stuck on Pat Rooney, got stuck on his mug.
Got stuck on a masher, got stuck on a dude.
Got stuck on a bull-dog, and her bustle he chewed,
Got stuck on Fred Gebhart and Texas Jack,
Sat down on the floor, and got stuck on a tack,
Got stuck on Buffalo Bill, the notorious scout.
Got stuck in the mud, and couldn't get out,
And still she wasn't satisfied,
So she stuck in a sewer, and there she died.