Pack Up Your Sins
Oh, I got a message from below'Twas from a man I used to knowAbout a year or so ago, before he departedHe is just as happy as can be
I'll tell you what he said to meHe said, "If ever you get heavy-heartedPack up your sins and go to the devil in HadesYou'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladiesThey'd rather be down below than up above
Hades is full of thousands of Joneses and BrownsO'Hoolihans, Cohens, and BradysYou'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devilBecause the jazz bands they started pickin' itThen put a trick in it, a jazzy kick in it
They've got a couple of old reformers in heavenMaking them go to bed at elevenPack up your sins and go to the DevilAnd you'll never have to go to bed at all
If you care to dwell where the weather is hotH-E-double-L is a wonderful spotIf you need a rest and you're all out of sortsHades is the best of the winter resorts
Paradise doesn't compare: all the nice people are thereThey come there from everywhereJust to revel with Mister DevilNothing on his mind but a couple of horns
Satan is waitin' with his jazz bandAnd his band came from Alabam' with a melody hotNo one gives a damn if it's music or notSatan's melody makes you want to dance foreverAnd you never have to go to bed at all
Irv Berlin
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