She sleeps in the kitchen
with her feet in the hall,
Oh Eliza, little Iza Jane.
I'm gonna marry her if I can,
She loves me cause I'm a union man,
Heard a speech from the president,
Wants to put me in a regiment,
I went to dress the student line,
Mmm, number 609, little Eliza Jane.
I said in Congress yesterday,
Take the right to strike away
They say this layup of camp was fine
To make the young folk total line
I can't afford it on my face
Cut the pay and raise the rent
It's all for national defense
Better make the government
I ain't to be a married man
Drr, your tears get out your nipples
I don't aim to be no bubble boss