Folks, now here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher, 

She was a red-hot hootchie-cootcher, 

She was the roughest, toughest frail, 

But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. 



[Call and response scat chorus differs every time. The following is 

simplified:] 

Hi-de-hi-de-hi-di-hi! 

Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! 

He-de-he-de-he-de-he! 

Ho-de-ho-de-ho! 



Now, she messed around with a bloke named Smoky, 

She loved him though he was cokie, 

He took her down to Chinatown, 

He showed her how to kick the gong around. 



Now, she had a dream about the king of Sweden, 

He gave her things that she was needin', 

He gave her a home built of gold and steel, 

A diamond car with a platinum wheel. 



Now, he gave her his townhouse and his racing horses, 

Each meal she ate was a dozen courses; 

She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes, 

And she sat around and counted them all a billion times. 



Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min.