"The Hold-Up Rag"
There's someone down there on the track!
See that wicked eye?
He's out to do or die,
Hear his pistol going crack!
Hold your watch and chain,
And stop the train,
Put on the brakes and let her drag.
For you certainly got to hand it,
To that gentlemanly bandit,
When he makes you do the hold-up rag!
Hands up! Hands up!
Everybody, hands up!
Get out and do that hold-up rag!
Make it snappy there,
Go into your dance.
Don't you hide that diamond in your pants!
Shell out, shell out!
Don't you dare to yell out,
Drop your pearls and diamonds in the bag.
Look out! It's the hold-up rag!