There was Aunty Jack
At the head of the pack
As they went their merry way
As they rode along
And they sang their song
She's meaner than an atom bomb
Her golden glove it stood for right
She'd rip your arms off in the night
If she tried
And she would
And she could
And she should
There was Aunty Jack
At the head of the pack
As they went their merry way
As they rode along
And they sang their song
She's meaner than an atom bomb
Her golden glove it stood for right
She'd rip your arms off in the night
If she tried
And she would
And she could
And she should