The Mills Brothers — Dirt Dishin Daisy

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!