Fats Waller and His Rhythm - Twenty-Four Robbers lyrics

Last night, night before Twenty-four robbers came to my door Opened the door and let them in I hit 'em in the head with a bottle of gin Just can't, understand Twenty-four robbers fighting one man One of them took the silverware It wasn't very good, so I really don't care I'm gonna warn you (warn you) I'll tell you what to do (what to do) You'd better lock your door (lock your door) Cause the robbermen might come back again I can't sleep, anymore Put a big chair right by my front door Got a shotgun and stood it there To keep the robbers out of my hair Hit the road unintelligible!