Betty Boop

I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,

See my baby there.

She's stretched out on a long, white table,

She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, oh bless her,

Wherever she may be,

She will search this wide world over,

But she'll never find another sweet man like me.

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,

Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,

So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,

Let a chorus girl sing me a song,

Put a red hot jazz band at the top of me,

To we raise Hallelujah as we go along.

Folks, now glad you have heard my story,

Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze.

give me six crap shooting pall bearers,

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,

give me six crap shooting pall bearers,

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers.