Here's a version my father sang to us in the early 1940s.

I know a gal, I do,
Her name was Slew Foot Sue.
She was the chief engineer at the Duck Foot Laundry
Down by the wayside zoo.

Her form was all she had,
She was built like a soft-shelled crab.
Every evening she would tussle with her patent-leather bustle,
Oh boy, she wasn't bad.
Toot, Toot.