My father, Frank, born 1907, sang these similar lyrics.

Oh, a girl that I once knew
And her name was slue-foot Sue.
She was chief engineer for a shirttail factory
Down by the riverside view.

Her face was all she had.
She had a shape like a soft-shell crab.
And every night she would tussle
With a patent-leather bustle.
Believe me, boys she's bad. How bad? Plenty ba-a-a-d.