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Folks, now here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher, |
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She was a red-hot hootchie-cootcher, |
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She was the roughest, toughest frail, |
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But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. |
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[Call and response scat chorus differs every time. The following is simplified:] |
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Hi-de-hi-de-hi-di-hi! |
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Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! |
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He-de-he-de-he-de-he! |
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Ho-de-ho-de-ho! |
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Now, she messed around with a bloke named Smoky, |
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She loved him though he was cokie, |
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He took her down to Chinatown, |
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He showed her how to kick the gong around. |
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Now, she had a dream about the king of Sweden, |
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He gave her things that she was needin', |
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He gave her a home built of gold and steel, |
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A diamond car with a platinum wheel. |
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Now, he gave her his townhouse and his racing horses, |
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Each meal she ate was a dozen courses; |
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She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes, |
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And she sat around and counted them all a billion times. |
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Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min. |
