Our superintendent, her name is
Mary Anne;
She can fire a furnace like a big
husky man,
Got nine children, just two of
'em twins,
And she ain't seen her husband
since Lord knows when.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man.
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
She weighs two hundred in her stocking
feet;
She can whup any policeman that
walks the beat;
She's shaped like a bale of hay
with the middle band busted,
But when she shakes your ashes,
you can't get disgusted.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
She'll turn your heat up from six
to nine a.m.
If you ain't hot by then, it's
too bad, Jim,
She can turn the landlord just
like stepping on his bunions,
She been shakin' his ashes and
she knows her onion.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
If a woman get a dispossession,
put her things outdoors,
If she don't like it, she'll hit
in the nose,
Our ashman used to haul our ashes
once a week,
But then she shook his ashes, he
can't stay out of that suite.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
And her cookin' ain't so bad,
It's just as good a cookin' as
I ever had,
Her bread and her cabbage, it can't
be beat,
And she got the best jellyroll
on the street.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
She make the best corn liquor in
this town,
She can drink a quart and never
frown;
She's hot as mustard, sly as a
fox,
And she likes plenty meat in her
icebox.
She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash
can.
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