Sister Jane Cross The Hall

Says, old Sister Jane, right 'cross the hall,

She got good stuff but no mule in her stall

Old Sister Jane, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball

She smokes cigars and cigarettes,

Too, she don't do nothin' but ballyhoo

Old Sister Jane, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball

Let's go to the drug store and get some wine,

Come back to Sister Jane's, have a whompin' good time, at

Old Sister Jane's, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball

Now, come on, boys, get up and shout,

'Cause none of you know what it's all about, 'cause

You ask Sister Jane, right across the hall

When she drinks her liquor you know she got to have a ball

Now, guess I've nixed out and caught my broom,

For I done got drunk but I ain't got no room

Over to Sister Jane's, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball

She got a kitchenette and apartment,

Too, she don't do nothing but ballyhoo

Old Sister Jane's, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball

Now, when I'm 'sleep I lay flat on my back,

You come in drunk with some of your wise old cracks, from

Sister Jane, right across the hall

When she gets full of her liquor, you know she got to have a ball

Now, her build is like a big ship at sea,

You're always duckin' and dodgin' poor me

Over to Sister Jane's, right across the hall

Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball