(as performed by Whispering "Rude-Boy" Broomfield and the  Anti-Prohibition Jazz Sinfonia of Chicago on the night of  their assasination, April 17, 1928)  Volstead, Volstead  we don't think much of your act  it isn't funny, it's losing money  we reckon you ought to be sacked.  Volstead, Volstead  Prohibition must go  Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do  Volstead, Volstead  Why make a song and a dance  about people drinking, it's not good thinking  you don't stand the ghost of a chance  Volstead, Volstead  Volstead say don't you know  Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do  The Chicago pianos are starting to play  ukelele music is having its say  the machine-gun maestroes are winning the day  John Barleycorn's here to stay  Volstead, Volstead  Capone is running this town  with personal charm he  has gathered an army  that could drag the government down.  Volstead, Volstead  Prohibition must go  Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do