| Come along, get ready, wear your grand brand-new gown, | 
| For there’s going to be a meeting in this good good old town. | 
| When you know everybody and they all know you, | 
| And you get a rabbit’s foot to keep away them hoodoos. | 
| When you hear the preachin' has begin, | 
| Bend down low for to drive away your sin; | 
| When you get religion you’ll wanna shout and sing, | 
| There’ll be a hot time in old town tonight! | 
| My baby, when you hear them bells go dingaling, | 
| All turn around and sweetly you must sing. | 
| When the birds dance too, and the poets will all join in, | 
| There’ll be a hot time in old town tonight! | 
| There’ll be girls for everybody in this good good old town, | 
| There’s Miss Gonzola Davis and Miss Gondoola Brown, | 
| There’s Miss Henrietta Caesar, and she’s all dressed in red; | 
| I just hug and kiss her, and to me then she said; | 
| «Please, oh please, oh do not let me fall, | 
| You are mine and I love you best of all! | 
| You be my man, I’ll have no man at all, | 
| There’ll be a hot time in old town tonight!» | 
| My baby, when you hear them bells go dingaling, | 
| All join around and sweetly you must sing. | 
| When the birds dance too, and the poets will all join in, | 
| There’ll be a hot time in old town tonight! |