Miss Madame Lee, the fortune teller, lost a ring an' a necklace too 
Her husband gave them to his gal, but Madame never knew 
One day a gal came to her house, dressed up to beat the band 
An' Madame saw her long lost ring when she said "Read my Hand." 
Dat gal wore Madam's necklace too, Miss Madame she saw red 
She reached in her stockin' for her barber's friend, an' to that gal she said: 

You’re gwine to get somethin' what you don't expect 
It aint no money an' it aint no check 
You’re gwine fall into a piece of land 'bout six by two 
You're gwine to get it good, because it’s comin' to you 

Dat gal gave up Miss Madam's jew'lry and she gave up all she knew 
Den she got hence so fast she found a bran' new street or two 
Miss Madame stropped her hair eradicator till it shone 
To prove to Mister Madame Lee de reason men leave home 
He came in unsuspectin', says "Hello, sweetie dear” 
She says " turn your back and close your eyes" 
Den whispered in his ear: 

You’re gwine to get somethin' What you don't expect 
It aint no money an' it aint no check 
You’re gonna fall into a piece of land 'bout six by two, 
You're gwine to get it good, because it’s comin' to you