A popular song from 1921.
Words by Geo. Landis.
Music by Jimmy Selby.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. Know a girlie, vampy girlie, knock-out
Just a bubble, lots of trouble, blow out
Although lazy sets ’em crazy, helpless
There are reasons I’ll confess
CHORUS
Folks turn ’round to stare at her
She’s a Mean job
Traffic halts while motors whirr
She’s a Mean job
With one look into her eyes
Men go home and beat their wives
She feels them and cools them
Telling pretty lies
Never smokes but rolls her own
She’s a Mean job
And though I never heard that she was ill
Still Doctors send prescriptions
For Gingerly afflictions
She leads the mob ’cause
She’s a mean job
2. Never worries, never hurries, spiteful
Disconcerting, always flirting, frightful
Voguey dresses, lots of guesses, gossip
But the boys say she’s a pip
CHORUS
Folks turn ’round to stare at her
She’s a Mean job
Traffic halts while motors whirr
She’s a Mean job
When she trips her dainty feet
Men fall prostrate on the street
She fools them and cools them
Practicing deceit
Never smokes but rolls her own
She’s a Mean job
And though I never heard that she would bet
Yet Once she stopped the races
The horses hid their faces
She leads the mob ’cause
She’s a mean job
And though I’ve never heard her boost a bill
Still If Congress sees her picture
She’ll make ’em vote for liquor
She’ll make them sob cause She’s a mean job
3rd CHORUS
Folks turn ’round to stare at her shes a mean job
Traffic halts while motors whirr she’s a mean job
Though she wasnt country-born
Shes a darn good judge of corn”
She fools them and cools them
Early night till morn
Never smokes but rolls her own shes a mean job
And though far better dancers I have met
Yet to watch her dance and quiver
Why strong men shake and shiver
She makes them sob ’cause shes a mean job
4th CHORUS
Folks turn round to stare at her she’s a mean job
Traffic halts while motors whirr she’s a mean job
Though she lives out in a flat
She makes good Home Brew at that
It fools them and cools them
Tall or short and fat
Never smokes but rolls her own she’s a mean job
Though Present Harding never heard her name-fame
Congress may get frisky
She’ll make ’em vote for whiskey
Shell make ’em sob ’cause she’s a mean job