Her name was Loofy-Lou She was a colored lady who, Was chief engineer at the night shirt factory, down by the Riverside Zoo, A form was all she had, She had a face like a soft-shell crab, And everynight she used to hustle, With the buttons on her bussle, My gosh that gal was sad!

Heyyy, guess where my money goes, to buy my baby clothes, I buy her everything to keep her in style, (rippa-dada) And in her future life, She's goin' to be my wife, (how the heck dya find that out?) She told me soooo.