Couldn't find "In Mobile" in Mudcat, only the old cotton-loading song, "Mobile Bay," about a different kind of screwing. In Mobile, "In Mobile," is known usually as "In Kansas," but sometimes "In London" (or wherever).
Verses come from all over. The verse "There's no paper in the bogs in Kansas" seems to be sung in England.
Just to be perverse, I will post "In Kansas."

IN KANSAS

Oh, the eagles, they fly high in Kansas,
Oh, the eagles, they fly high in Kansas.
Oh, the eagles, they fly high,
And they shit right in your eye.
Thank the Lord the cows don't fly in Kansas.

There's a shortage of good whores in Texas,
There's a shortage of good whores in Texas.
There's a shortage of good whores,
But there's keyholes in the doors,
And there's knotholes in the floors in Texas.

Oh, they say to drink's a sin in Georgia.
Oh, they say to drink's a sin in Georgia,
But they guzzle all they kin,
And the drys are voted in in Georgia.

Oh, I chased a parson's daughter in Kansas
Oh, I chased a parson's daughter in Kansas
And I banged her when I caught her,
Now I cannot pass my water in Kansas.

If you ever go to jail in Memphis
If you ever go to jail in Memphis
And you need a piece of tail,
The sheriff's wife is for sale in Memphis.

In Mobile! In Mobile!
In Mo, in Mo, in Mo, in Mobile.
Oh, they drink their whiskey neat in Mobile.
Oh, they drink their whiskey neat in Mobile.
Till it knocks them off their feet
And it petrifies their meat in Mobile.

Apologies to Ed Cray and Randolph and Legman.