Oh, Well, folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary See my little baby there She's stretched out on a long, white table Well, she looks so good, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be You may search this whole wide world over But you'll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah Take apart your bones and put 'em back together Tell your mama that you're somebody new Feel the breeze blowin', tell 'em all "Look out, here it comes" Now I can say whatever I feel like to you Then get me six craps-shootin' pallbearers Let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red-hot jazz band at the top so that we can raise Hallelujah as we go along, well Well, folks, now that you have heard my story Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye And if anyone else should ask you Just tell 'em I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues