Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Wherever she may be
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you
But she'll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Hallelujah as we go along, well
Say boy, hand me another shot of that rye
Well she looks so good, so cold, so fair
She's stretched out on a long, white table
You may search this whole wide world over
Feel the breeze blow and tell 'em all, "Look out here it comes!"
Tell your mother that you are somebody new
And if anyone else should ask you
Put a red-hot jazz band, we raise
Take apart your bones and put 'em back together
Well folks, now that you have heard my story
Then keep me six crap-shooting pallbearers
