paroles de chanson Who Said Shorty Wasn't Coming Back - Lucky Millinder

There was a guy around 40, they called him Shorty
The kind of guy who rambled around
Until the fellows got together, decided whether
They should run Shorty out of town

Oh Shorty had to go, Let me tell you 'bout
Shorty had to go
'Cos the fellows got together and decided it was better
And Shorty had to go

All the guys called a meeting and took a vote.
That was all poor Shorty wrote,
They wanted satisfaction,
So they ran into action,
And ran poor Shorty outta town!

They took rag mops, clothes props, ash cans, dish pans,
And beat poor Shorty all over his head.
They ran him muddy,
'Til he was bloody,
I knew poor Shorty was almost dead.

They ran him down to the railroad track,
But he laughed out loud and said I'll be back.

All the gals,
Called on their pals,
To get enough dough to get Shorty back,
They had a rally,
Out in the alley,
They took up dollars in a croker sack.