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'Hoolihans, Cohen and Bradys

You'll hear a heavenly tune that we went to the devil

Because the jazz bands

They started a-pickin' it

Then put a trick in it

A jazzy kick in it

They've got a couple of old reformers in Heaven

Making them go to bed at eleven

Pack up your sins and go to the devil

And you'll never go to bed at all