. . . You’re going to be worse than July, 1919. words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Harry Von Tilzer
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Whoa January, oh January
I hate to see you come ’round
July was mighty tough but we could get enough
And if we knew the barman
We could get the reg’lar stuff
But oh January, Whoa January
I’m so sad I want to cry
You’re the month that’s going to make my life a wreck
I know I will turn into a horse’s neck
Whoa January when you go dry
You’re going to be worse than July
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Whoa January, oh January
I hate to see you come ’round
July you made us think we couldn’t get a drink
But when we wanted something
All we had to do was wink
But oh January, Whoa January
So long good old rock and rye
Mister Bevo never made a hit with me
‘Cause it hasn’t got the right authority
Whoa January when you go dry
You’re going to be worse than July