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(as performed by Whispering "
Rude-
Boy" Broomfield and the
Anti-
Prohibition Jazz Sinfonia of Chicago on the night oftheir assasination, April 17, 1928)
Volstead, Volsteadwe don't think much of your actit isn't funny, it's losing moneywe reckon you ought to be sacked.
Volstead, Volstead
Prohibition must go
Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do
Volstead, Volstead
Why make a song and a danceabout people drinking, it's not good thinkingyou don't stand the ghost of a chance
Volstead, Volstead
Volstead say don't you know
Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do
The Chicago pianos are starting to playukelele music is having its saythe machine-gun maestroes are winning the day
John Barleycorn's here to stay
Volstead, Volstead
Capone is running this townwith personal charm hehas gathered an armythat could drag the government down.
Volstead, Volstead
Prohibition must go
Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do
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