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.