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