Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down
And sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.
I've got a wife and five little children.
Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan.
Oh, Saro Jane.
A guy like me don't have no home.
I make my livin' on my shoulder bone.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down
And sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean,
Thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans.
Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot.
I wanna be in town by six o'clock.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down
And sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore.
Each sack is bigger than the one before.
Oh, Saro Jane.
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head.
Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down
And sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down
And sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.
