Hold your hats… the roof is 'bout to tumble in
Holy cats… the walls and floors are crumblin'
Hellzapoppin'…hellzapoppin'…hellzapoppin'
The whole gang’s whoopin' up the whoop-de-doo

Me oh my… it’s gonna be uproarious
We’ll fly high… tonight we’ll be notorious
Hellzapoppin'…hellzapoppin'…hellzapoppin'
And you’re invited to the party too

Better look out… ain’t no cook-out
We’re playin' this one by ear
We through the book out

It’s a bash… the signs are unmistakable

What a smash… we’re breakin' all that’s breakable
There’s no stoppin'…hellzapoppin'…why not drop in
We won’t stop until the night is through

We won’t tire… we’ll fly higher
We’ll be hotter by far
Than a floor on fire

Raise your glass… the party will be riotous
What a gas… the cops will never quiet us
There’s no stoppin'…hellzapoppin'…hellzapoppin'
We’ll be hellzapoppin' till the night is through

More lyrics from Louis Armstrong

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