If you don't quit monkeying with my Lulu,
I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll carve you up with my Bowie knife,
And shoot you with my pistol, too,
And shoot you with my pistol, too.
My Lulu had a baby,
'Twas born on Christmas Day,
She washed its face in brandy,
And called it Henry Clay,
And called it Henry Clay.
