Looka here Liza, listen to me, You’re not the gal that you promised to be, Didn’t you say you’d always be true? You went out driving (with) Mr. Brown, I am the laughing stock of the town. People said to never trust you. 
Chorus: Throw up my hands babe, I’m a gonna go, I was a good man while I had the dough, So it’s good bye, Miss Liza, I’m going to leave you. You know when I go, I’m the fellow with the dough, dough, dough. So sing a little song, travel along, yes, travel along, Bid you good day, babe, I’m on the way. Goodbye, sweet Liza Jane. 
Give me here my gold watch and chain, Give me your umbrella, said it might rain, Give me the clothes that I paid for too. Dig in the trunk, and hand me them things. Give me here my diamond ring And ask Mr. Brown the dress you up all new. 
Chorus, then repeat last five lines of chorus 
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