"The Hold-Up Rag"
Nan McGrew/Betty Boop:
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!