Well folks, I'm going down to St. James Infirmary to see one little baby nurse, she's stressed at a long white table. Well she looks so good, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be. You may search this whole wide world over, but you'll never find another sweetheart like me. Take apart your bones and put them back together, tell your mother that you're somebody new. Feel the breeze blow, and tell them all, look out, here it comes, now I can say whatever I feel like to you. Then get me six crapshootin' ball bearers, let a chorus girl sing me a song. Put a ring on her heart, tell her it's all meant to be raised, hallelujah, as we go along. Well. Well folks, now that you have heard my story, say boy, hand me over to the shot of that And if anyone else should ask you, just tell them I got some of those St. James Infirmary blues.
