[Verse:]
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Oh, I got a message from below
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'Twas from a man I used to know
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About a year or so ago
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Before he departed
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He is just as happy as can be
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I'll tell you what he said to me
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He said, "If ever you get heavy-hearted
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[Refrain:]
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Pack up your sins and go to the devil in Hades
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You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies
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They'd rather be down below than up above
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Hades is full of thousands of
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Joneses and Browns, O'Hoolihans, Cohens and Bradys
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You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil
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Because the jazz bands
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They started pickin' it
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Then put a trick in it
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A jazzy kick in it
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They've got a couple of old reformers in Heaven
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Making them go to bed at eleven
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Pack up your sins and go to the devil
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And you'll never have to go to bed at all
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[Counterpoint refrain:]
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If you care to dwell where the weather is hot
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H-E-double-L is a wonderful spot
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If you need a rest and you're all out of sorts
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Hades is the best of the winter resorts
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Paradise doesn't compare
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All the nice people are there
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They come there from ev'rywhere
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Just to revel with Mister Devil
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Nothing on his mind but a couple of horns
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Satan is waitin' with his jazz band
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And his band came from Alabam' with a melody hot
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No one gives a damn if it's music or not
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Satan's melody makes you want to dance forever
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And you never have to go to bed at all
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Pack Up Your Sins (And Go To The Devil)
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| Irving Berlin |
