Twenty-Four Robbers by Trummy Young Lyrics

Last night, night before
Twenty-four robbers came to my door
Opened the door and let them in
I hit 'em in the head with a bottle of gin

Just can't, understand
Twenty-four robbers fighting one man
One of them took the silverware
It wasn't very good, so I really don't care

I'm gonna warn you (warn you)
I'll tell you what to do (what to do)
You'd better lock your door (lock your door)
'Cause the robbermen might come back again

I can't sleep, anymore
Put a big chair right by my front door
Got a shotgun and stood it there
To keep the robbers out of my hair