This is a sad story about a girl named Mary Mack and her wandering lover Bob Needle.I can hear her callingHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey BobHey BobHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey BobHey BobMary Mack, Mack, Mack all dressed in black, black, blackDon't you know I'm trying, trying, tryingJust to come on back, back, backFirst I took a plane, plane, planeBut there was some rain, rain, rainAnd there was no flying, flying, flyingSo I took a train, train, trainOh Mary Mack, Mack, MackIt went off the track, track, trackCan't you see I'm dying, dying, dyingJust to come on back, back, backOh SophieI can hear you callingHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey BobHey BobWell I took a boat, boat, boatBut it wouldn't float, float, floatSo I kept on popping, popping, poppingThat was all she wrote, wrote, wroteSo I swam across, across, acrossAnd I bought a horse, horse, horseBut it just keeps running, running, runningAll around the track, track, trackBaby I ain't lying, lying, lyingCan't you see I'm trying, trying, tryingDon't you know I'm trying, trying, tryingJust to come on back to Mary MackOh SophieI can hear her hollerHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey Bob the Needle, Bob the Needle, Bob the NeedleHey BobOh yeahHey Bob