Dirt Dishin Daisey - The Mills Brothers

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!