| Oh Lydia, oh Lydia
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| Say, have you met Lydia?
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| Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
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| She has eyes that folks adore so,
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| and a torso even more so.
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| Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopedia.
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| Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
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| On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
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| Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
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| And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
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| You can learn a lot from Lydia!
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| La-la-la…la-la-la.
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| La-la-la…la-la-la.
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| She can give you a view of the world in tattoo
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| if you step up and tell her where.
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| For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
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| or Washington crossing The Delaware.
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| La-la-la…la-la-la.
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| La-la-la…la-la-la.
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| Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
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| Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
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| When her muscles start relaxin',
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| up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
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| Lydia, oh Lydia, oh have you met Lydia.
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| Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
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| She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
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| The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
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| And now the old boy’s in command of the fleet,
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| For he went and married Lydia! |