Chick Webb & His Orchestra - Pack Up Your Sins And Go To The Devil lyrics

Oh, I got a message from below 'Twas from a man I used to know About a year or so ago, before he departed He is just as happy as can be I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "If ever you get heavy-hearted Pack up your sins and go to the devil in Hades You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies They'd rather be down below than up above Hades is full of thousands of Joneses and Browns O'Hoolihans, Cohens, and Bradys You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil Because the jazz bands they started pickin' it Then put a trick in it, a jazzy kick in it They've got a couple of old reformers in heaven Making them go to bed at eleven Pack up your sins and go to the Devil And you'll never have to go to bed at all If you care to dwell where the weather is hot H-E-double-L is a wonderful spot If you need a rest and you're all out of sorts Hades is the best of the winter resorts Paradise doesn't compare: all the nice people are there They come there from everywhere Just to revel with Mister Devil Nothing on his mind but a couple of horns Satan is waitin' with his jazz band And his band came from Alabam' with a melody hot No one gives a damn if it's music or not Satan's melody makes you want to dance forever And you never have to go to bed at all