The Tattooed Lady

We came to town to see
That old tattooed lady
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee
My uncle Ned was there
He came to gape and stare
«I never!» he declared
«Seen such a freak so fair!;
And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp
And on her back was the Union Jack
How could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine
Were the queen’s own guard in line
And all around her hips
Sailed a fleet of battle ships
And over her left kidney
Was a birds-eye view of Sydney
But what we liked best was upon her chest
Our little home in Waikiki
«What did you say?»