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Ethel Merman
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The Hostess With the Mostes' On the Ball (Remastered)
I was born on a thousand acres of Oklahoma land Nothing grew on the thousand acres for it was gravel and sand One day father started digging in a field Hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and what do you think? Oil, oil, oil The money rolled in and I rolled out with a fortune piled so high Washington was my destination And now who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver For the White House clientele And they know that I deliver What it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball They could go to Elsa Maxwell When they had an axe to grind
They could always grind their axe well At the parties she designed Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Now the hatchet grinders all prefer to call On the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
I've a great big bar and good caviar Yes, the best that can be found And a large amount in my bank account When election time comes 'round
Entertaining vodka drinkers Is a job they give to me Making nice guys out of stinkers Seems to be my cup of tea
What they really need behind the iron wall Is the hostess with the mostes' on the ball In the handbag that I'll carry there's a precious little note to their highnesses from Harry introducing me he wrote 'I'll appreciate a favor large or small For the hostess, who's the hostest, with the mostes' on the ball'
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