By the mud hole down in Subic,
Looking lazy at the bay,
There’s a goo-goo dame awaiting,
And I think I hear her say,
“Come you back, you malo soldier
Come you back, from o’er the sea,
Come you back and pay your jaw-bone
Por-a-que you jaw-bone me.”
Her little skirt was baggy,
Only reaches to her knees,