Text: Louis Armstrong. Hellzapoppin'.

(Marian Grudeff / Raymond Jessel)

Hold your hats, the roof is 'bout to tumble in
Holy cats, the walls and floors are crumblin'
Hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin'
The whole gang's whoopin' up the whoop-de-doo

Me-oh-my, it's gonna be uproarious
We'll fly high, tonight we'll be notorious
Hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin'
And you're invited to the party too

Better look out, ain't no cook-out
We're playin' this one by ear
We're throwin' the book out

It's a bash, the signs are unmistakable
What a smash, we're breakin' all that's breakable
There's no stoppin', hellzapoppin', why not drop in
We won't stop until the night is through

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We won't tire, we'll fly higher
We'll be hotter than floor, a-than a floor on fire ???
Raise your glass, the party will be riotous
What a gas, the cops will never quiet us
There's no toppin', hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin'
We'll be hellzapoppin' till the night is through