Oh, Lydia,
oh, Lydia, say, have you met Lydia,
Oh, Lydia, the tattooed lady?
She has eyes that folks ad ore so,
And a torso even more so,
Oh, Lydia, oh, Lydia, that encyclopedia,
Oh, Lydia, the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo,
Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus II,
And proudly above waves the red,
white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from
Lydia.
She can give you a view
of the world in tattoo
If you step up and tell her where
For a dime you can see Kentucky or Paris
Or Washington crossing the
Delaware
Oh, oh, Lydia, say, have you met Lydia,
Oh, Lydia, that tattooed lady?
When her muscles start relaxin',
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh, Lydia, that encyclopedia,
oh, Lydia, the champ of them all
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that no artist has
And on a clear day you
can see Alcatraz
You can learn a lot from Ly dia
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Come see Buffalo Bill with his lasso
Just a little classic by
Mendel Picasso
Here's Spalding exploring the Amazon
And Godiva, but with her pajamas on
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Lydia, oh, Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Oh, Lydia, the champ of them all.
She once swept an admiral
clear off his feet,
The ships on her hips
made his heart skip a beat,
And now the old boy's
in command of the fleet
For he went and married Lydia