Jean Harlow died the other day These are the words I heard her say Her mother was sittin’ at her bedside and cryin’ I believe to my soul that my child’s dyin’
Tang a lang, tang a lang, badada-deedledee (3) Oh Her mama goin’ to walk, her mama talk (3) New York
Send for the doctor, the doctor come Mother says: Doctor, can you save me one Doctor says: Well, I believe I will go Need me tomorrow, you can let me know
Doctor left, he was looking mighty sad Said: This is the hardest case I ever had Jean Harlow said just before she died: Two more moving pictures I would like to write