Volstead O Vodeo Do

Volstead, Volstead

we don't think much of your act

it isn't funny, it's losing money

we 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 dance

about people drinking, it's not good thinking

you 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 play

ukelele music is having its say

the machine-gun maestroes are winning the day

John Barleycorn's here to stay

Volstead, Volstead

Capone is running this town

with personal charm he

has gathered an army

that could drag the government down.

Volstead, Volstead

Prohibition must go

Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do