Says, old Sister Jane, right 'cross the hall,
She got good stuff but no mule in her stall
Old Sister Jane, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball
She smokes cigars and cigarettes,
Too, she don't do nothin' but ballyhoo
Old Sister Jane, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball
Let's go to the drug store and get some wine,
Come back to Sister Jane's, have a whompin' good time, at
Old Sister Jane's, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball
Now, come on, boys, get up and shout,
'Cause none of you know what it's all about, 'cause
You ask Sister Jane, right across the hall
When she drinks her liquor you know she got to have a ball
Now, guess I've nixed out and caught my broom,
For I done got drunk but I ain't got no room
Over to Sister Jane's, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball
She got a kitchenette and apartment,
Too, she don't do nothing but ballyhoo
Old Sister Jane's, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball
Now, when I'm 'sleep I lay flat on my back,
You come in drunk with some of your wise old cracks, from
Sister Jane, right across the hall
When she gets full of her liquor, you know she got to have a ball
Now, her build is like a big ship at sea,
You're always duckin' and dodgin' poor me
Over to Sister Jane's, right across the hall
Oh, she drinks her liquor and she sure, God, has a ball