Last night night before

Twenty-four robbers came to my door

Opened the door and let them in

I hit them in the head with a rolling gin

Just can't understand

Twenty-four robbers fighting one man

One of them took the silverware

It wasn't told had told I really don't care

I'm gonna warn you warn you baby

Mama tell you what to do

You'd better lock your door

Find your door

You know the robbermen

Might come back again

Can't sleep anymore

Put a big chair right by the front door

Got a shotgun and stood it there

To keep the robbers out of my hair