Lyrics Dirt Dishin Daisey - The Mills Brothers

Dirt Dishin Daisey

I know of a scandal monger
A lowdown evil skirt
They call her Dirt Dishin' Daisy
Boy, how she can dish that dirt!
She works down in Joe’s Lunch Room
She waits on tables there
And while she dishes that hash out
She dishes dirt for fair!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Now when you come in for pork chops
Or oysters that are fried
You’re gonna get more than pork chops
You’ll get some dirt besides!
She pans your next door neighbour
And make you think it’s true;
And when your neighbour comes in there
She comes in pannin' you!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
They left Dirt Dishin' Daisy
Stretched out there on the floor!
The dishes all around her
She won’t deal dirt no more!
The moral of this story
Only this, my friend;
If you dish dirt while you’re livin'
They’ll dish dirt on you in the end!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Blab!