Poor Janelly!
*Every time she’d find a minute
That’s the time he’d jam it in it!
Poor Janelly, Poor Janelly!
[Entitled Husband:] Hey You, Janella…!
Poor Janelly, Poor Janelly
Night and day it’s Poor Janelly
Make the fire, fix the breakfast
Bob the neck and make it come fast!
And the weeping from the busting
He always keeps her sobbing!
She gyrates round in circles
Till she’s very, very dizzy
Still they holler
Keep a-busy Poor Janelly!
(even when its kinda smelly)
(We can do it, we can do it
We can help our Poor Janelly!
We can make teach her touch-and-feely
There’s nothing to it, nothing really
She can tie a sash around it
(or with her fist, she can Just Pound It!)
When dancing at the ball
She’ll be more beautiful than all
With the lovely dance we’ll teach our Poor Janelly!)
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Gonna help our Poor Janelly!
Got no time to dilly-dally
(So un-strap that, Little Sally…!)
[Helper 1:]
I can cut it with these scissors!
[Helper 2:]
And I can do the sewing!
[Girl Helper:]
Leave the sewing to us women
Get cricket bats for his rimmin’
And we’ll make him a lovely mess for
Poor Janelly…!*