My Bonnie's complexion was makeup, her face, it was beauteous to see;
Until she got caught in a rainstorm, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank, the height of its contents to see;
I lighted a match to assist her, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
My Bonnie has tuberculosis, my Bonnie has only one lung,
My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters, and roll them around on her tongue.
My mother's an apple pie maker, my father he fiddles for tin,
My sister scrubs floors for a living, Oh boy, how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, Oh boy, how the money rolls in, rolls in, etc.
Last night as I lay on my pillow, last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out the window, next morning my neighbors were dead.
Bring back, bring back, Oh, bring my neighbors to me, to me, etc.