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