In steamboats or trains, or balloons in the air.
If he sought for a change, Jones was sure to be there!
Jones, Jones, still, still Jones,
There’s no shirking Jones, there’s no shirking Jones.
In prairies and deserts again and again,
I have striven to dodge him, but always in vain;
On the top of Mount Blanc, and the Great Chinese Wall
When I paused to take breath, there was Jones after all!
Jones, Jones, still, still Jones,
There’s no dodging Jones, there’s no dodging Jones!