I just saw a maniac, maniac, maniac,
Wild, and tearing his hair,
Jumping like a jumpin' jack, jumpin' jack, jumpin' jack,
Child, I had to be there,
Laughed so loud I thought that I would cave in,
When I heard that silly, daffy-dilly ravin'

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Five foot two, eyes of blue,
But oh! what those five foot could do,
Has anybody seen my gal?

Turned up nose, turned down hose,
Flapper, yes sir! one of those,
Has anybody seen my gal?

Now if you run into a five foot two,
Covered with fur,
Diamond rings and all those things,
Betcha' life it isn't her,

But could she love, could she woo?
Could she, could she, could she coo?
Has anybody seen my gal?

Love made him a lunatic, lunatic, lunatic
He hollored and cried, like a monkey on a stick,
On a stick, on a stick, he was fit to be tied,
When we asked him for his wife's description.
He just answered all of us with this conniption:

Five foot two, eyes of blue,
But oh! what those five foot could do,
Has anybody seen my gal?