This is the tale of Lillian Gee,
She was no better than she ought to be,
She earned her living as everyone knows,
By going around in too few clothes.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Lillian Gee she was a beauty,
She lived in a house of ill reputee.
For miles around men came to see,
Lillian in her deshabille.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
She was lovely she was fair,
She had lots of yellow hair,
She drank too much of the demon rum,
She smoked hash-i-eesh and o-pie-um.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Now day by day he cheeks grew thinner,
Insufficient protein in her.
She grew deep hollows in her chest,
And had to go round fully dressed.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Now clothes may make a girl go far,
But they ain't much good to a fille de joie.
Lillian's troubles started when,
She covered up her abdomen.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Lillian went to her physician,
To prescribe for her condition.
He said to his ladies chaperone,
"I guess I'll see this case alone"
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
He examined her with care,
He poked her here and he poked her there.
He said "You have as we doctors say,
Per-niccy-ious-anem-i-ay".
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
She lay all day in the sun,
She drank Scott's emulshi-on,
She took liver, she took yeast,
But still her clientele decreased.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Lillian underwent baptism,
She took a course in mysticism,
And every night before her sleep,
She prayed to the Lord her soul might keep,
(repeat) In a penthouse on fifth Avenue.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
Now this was the story of a girl called Lillian,
She was one girl in a million,
And this is the moral of her sins,
Whatever your profession - fitness wins.
Rum pum pum pum rum pa pum pum.
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