[C]goodbye ma'am, we got a scram, down the [G7] highway stick out your thumb, son of a gun, going [C] my way caught a ride with a guy in a [G7] wagon in a sack on the back, he was a [C] dragon Jam Bowl Liar, shoofly pie, 'nanner puddin' 'causes tonight going to see old Sally Gooden danced all night on my feet, wore a blister had to sidetrack her nose when I kissed her On the couch, side-by-side we was a settin' and jist about the time we started pettin' some big hick throwed a brick through the winder hit her side to hurt her pride, broke my finger Jamba liar horsemeat pie on a pushcart flip my lid always did love that redheart kind a rough, meat was tough, chewed it slow almost choked when some bloke hollered woe Jamba liar pizza pie and a bola soup beans spotted ham and a can of chocolate coated sardines when we sang it sounds just like a cat and dog fight but we don't sang for money just for spiteJam Bowl Liar...