Pack Up Your Sins And Go To The Devil

Pack up your sins and go to the devil in Hades
You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies
They'd rather be down below than up above
Hades is full of thousands of
Joneses and Browns, O'Holyhans, Cohens and Bradys

You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil
Because the jazz band
They started pickin' it
Then put a trick in it
A jazzy kick in it

They've got a couple of old reformers in heaven
Makin' them go to bed at eleven
Pack up your sins and go to the devil
And you'll never have to go to bed at all