Lyrics:

Rock About My Saro Jane
Louis Gottlieb)

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.

[Chorus:]
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. [Repeat]
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, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. [Repeat]
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 want to be in town by six o'clock.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. [Repeat]
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.

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. [Repeat]
rock-about my Saro Jane.
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my
Saro Jane.