Poor Lil (Version 1)Tune: ???
Her name was Lil and she was a beauty,
She came from a house of ill reputy,
But she drank too deep of the demon rum,
She smoked hashish and opium.
She was young and she was fair,
She had lovely golden hair,
Gentlemen came from miles to see
Lilian in her deshabille.
Day be day her form grew thinner,
from insufficient protein in her.
She grew two hollows in her chest,
Why she had to go around completely dressed.
Now clothes may make a gal go far
But they have no place on a fille de joie,
Lillian's troubles started when
She concealed her abdomen.
She went to the house physician
To prescribe for her condition,
"you have got," the doc did say,
"Pernicious anem-i-a."
She took to treatments in the sun,
She drank of Scotts Emul-si-ion,
Three times daily she took yeast,
But still her clientele decreased.
For you must know her clientel-le
Rested chiefly on her belly,
She rilled that thing like the deep Pacific
It was something calorific.
As Lillian lay in her dishonor,
She felt the hand of the Lord upon her,
She said, "My sins I now repents,
But, Lord, that'll cost you fifty cents."
This is the story of Lillian,
She was one girl in a million,
This is the moral for her sins,
Whatever your line of business,
Fitness wins.