[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 spite
Jam Bowl Liar...
