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Hands up! Hands up!
Stick 'em up, everybody;
And now we do the hold-up rag!
All aboard!
Look out! It's the hold-up rag!

Mister Engineer, now look a-here,
There's someone down there on the track. Yeah?
See that wicked eye?
He's out to do or die;
Hear his pistol going crack?
Hold your watch and chain,
And stop the train;
Put on the brakes and let her drag.
For you certainly got to hand it
To that gentlemanly bandit
When he makes you do the hold-up rag!

Bimbo sings:

Hands up! Hands up!
Everybody, hands up!
Get out and do that hold-up rag!
Make it snappy there,
Go into your dance;
Don't you hide that diamond in your pants!
Easy there,
Shell out, shell out!
Don't you dare to yell out,
Drop your pearls and diamonds in the bag;
All aboard!
Look out! It's the hold-up rag!

I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew,
Believe it or not,
My father and brother were tough,
But I'm the toughest one of the lot.

I'm Dangerous Nan McGrew,
Pipe down or I'll fill you with lead.
I'm harder than nails and lucky as hell;
When I shoot at a body, it's dead.

Bring me a barrel of whiskey,
A barrel of good old Three Star,
A handful of tacks for a chaser,
And a light for this lousy cigar.

Who told you you were tough?
Why, you couldn't frighten a baby!
So, cut out this stunt, you poor little runt,
Before I forget I'm a lady!

I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew,
Believe it or not,
My father and brother were tough,
But I'm the toughest one of the lot.

I'm dangerous Nan McGrew,
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