Harriette is a girl with plenty of class,
Who knocks them all dead when she wiggles her
Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes do,
To make it quite plain that she wants to
Take in a movie or go for a sail,
And then hurry home for a nice piece of
Cake or ice cream or a slice of roast duck,
For after each meal she is ready to
Go for a ride or a stroll on the dock,
With any young man with a sizeable
Roll of big bills and a pretty good front,
And if he talks fast she will show him her
Little pet dog who is subject to fits,
And maybe she’ll let him take hold of her
Little white hands with a movement so quick,
Why she’d reach right over and tickle his
Chin, while she shows him a trick learned in France,
And asks the poor fellow to take off his
Coat, while she sings at the Mandalay Shore,
For whatever she is, harriette ain’t no bore

A Frenchman went to the lavatory,
To have a jolly good shit, (shit!, shit!)
He took his coat and his trousers off,
So that he could revel in it, (it!, it!)
But when he reached for the paper,
He found that someone had been there before,

“Ou est le papier?
Ou est le papier?
Monsieur, monsieur, je fait manure.

Ou est le papier?”