Lyrics:
and roll my stockings down And all that jazz. Start the car, I know a whopee spot Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall where
him packing on a one-way trip So His prospects take a terminal dip His assets are frozen, The venue's chosen, Is the ends of the earth WHOPEE! So long
you'll die Whopee mama I'm goin' to mow you down I'm gonna send your beautiful body To some lonesome buryin' ground
you wait and see You told me that you loved me An' I caught you in a lie Smile the day you quit me, mama That's the day you'll die Whopee mama I'm
and its 5,6,7 open up the pearly gates. Well there aint no time to wonder why...WHOPEE we're all gunna die. now come on wall street don't be slow, why man
the town? And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whopee spot Where the gin is
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