Volstead O Vodeo Do Lyrics

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