The poem
Oh Lip-Stick Liz was in the biz, That's the oldest known in history; She had a lot of fancy rags, Of her form she made no myst'ry. She had a man, a fancy man, His name was Alexander, And he used to beat her up because he couldn't understand her.
Now Lip-Stick Liz she loved her man And she couldn't love no other So when she saw him with a Broadway Blonde, Her rage she could not smother. She saw him once and she saw him twice But the third time nearly crazed her, So she walked bang into a hardware store, And she bought a brand new razor.
Now Lip-Stick Liz she trailed them two For she was tired of weeping; She trailed them two, in a flash hotel And there she found them sleeping; So she gashed them once and she gashed them twice Their ju'lar veins to sever, And the bright blood flowed like a brook between. And their lives were gone forever.
Now Lip-Stick Liz went to the p'lice And sez she: "Me hands are gory, And you'll put me away in a deep dark cell When once you've heard me story." So they've put her away in a deep dark cell, Until her life be over And what is the moral of the whole damn show, I wish I could discover.
Chorus: Oh Lip-Stick Liz! What a lousy life this is. It's a hell of a break for a girl on the make, Oh Lip-Stick Liz!