Liza up in a ‘simmon tree.
And a possum on the ground. Possum said you son of a gun
Shake them ‘simmons down.

Ol’ folks down the mountain
Grindin sugar cane.
Makin’ barrels of molasses
To sweeten Miss Liza Jane.

Whoopty Liza pretty little gal.
Whoopty Liza Jane.
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal
A’ridin’ on that train.

I went to see my Liza Jane.
She’s standin’ by the door. Shoes and stockin’s in her hand,
And her feet all over the floor

Would not marry a poor girl.
I’ll tell you the reason why.
Have so many poor kinfolk
Make my biscuits fly.

Whoopty Liza pretty little gal,
Whoopty Liza Jane.
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal,
A’ridin’ on that train.

Whiskey by the gallon,
Sugar by the pound,
A great big bowl to put it in,
Miss Liza to stir it round.

Cheeks is like the cherries.
Cherries like a rose.
How I like that pretty little girl
A’goodness gracious knows.

Whoopty Liza pretty little gal.
Whoopty Liza Jane.
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal
A’ridin’ on that train.

Head is like a coffee pot.
Nose is like a spout.
Mouth is like an old fireplace
With the ashes all raked out.

Cheeks is like a cherries,
Cherries like a rose.
How I like that pretty little girl
Goodness gracious knows.

Whoopty Liza pretty little gal.
Whoopty Liza Jane.
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal
A’ridin’ on that train.