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Well gather 'round boys
And I'll tell you a story
That's funny as it is true
It concerns morality
In the face of hypocrisy
It's 'bout the time
They burnt the whorehouse down

Chorus: Well the water on the flames
Couldn't wash away some names
The night they burnt the whorehouse down (Burnt it down)
Oh (well) many men went pale
When they ended up in jail
The night they burnt the whorehouse down

Why Police Chief Walker
Who was quite a talker
Against movies rated-X
But wasn't he chagrined
When his garments
Were found in
The wreckage of the whorehouse they burnt down

Repeat chorus:

Old Bishop Fielding Birch
From a high perch in his church
Gave sermons that were such a boor
Though when the firemen rushed in
They found him deep in sin
Laying up with three buxom whores (My goodness!)

Repeat chorus:

Mrs. Robert L. DeWilly
Of New York and Old Philly
A philanthropist of the upper bench
Well the source of her income
Left some people numb
She's the highest paid west second south wench

Repeat chorus:

Day after day
I've heard many people say (that)
Crime doesn't pay
Yet from the Mafia on the streets
Down to the man on taxes cheats
It's the American way
You know the foulest sin to some
Was the loss of their income
The night they burnt the whorehouse down

Well the water on the flames
Couldn't wash away some names
The night they burnt the whorehouse down (Burnt it down)
Oh (well) many men went pale
When they ended up in jail
The night they burnt the whorehouse down