Lydia, the Tattooed Lady
Music by Harold Arlen.
Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met
Lydia?
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
And a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pedia.
Oh Lydia, the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!
La-la-la
When her robe is unfurled she will
show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing the Delaware.
La-la-la
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met
Lydia?
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia, the Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!
La-la-la
Come along and see Buffalo Bill with
his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godvia, but with her pajamas on.
La-la-la
Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' the
Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Njinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security numba.
La-la-la
Lydia, oh Lydia, that
encyclo-pedia.
Oh Lydia, the Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her ships made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for her went and married Lydia!
I said Lydia.
(He said Lydia)
They said Lydia
We said Lydia, la la!
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