The Hostess with the Mostes' on the Ball - Ethel Merman

I was born on a thousand acres of Oklahoma land\nNothing grew on the thousand acres for it was gravel and sand\nOne day father started digging in a field\nHoping to find some soil\nHe dug and he dug and what do you think?\nOil, oil, oil\nThe money rolled in and I rolled out with a fortune piled so high\nWashington was my destination\nAnd now who am I?\nI’m the chosen party giver\nFor the White House clientele\nAnd they know that I deliver\nWhat it takes to make 'em jell\nAnd in Washington I’m known by one and all\nAs the hostess with the mostes' on the ball\nThey could go to Elsa Maxwell\nWhen they had an axe to grind\nThey could always grind their axe well\nAt the parties she designed\nNow the hatchet grinders all prefer to call\nOn the hostess with the mostes' on the ball\nI’ve a great big bar and good caviar\nYes, the best that can be found\nAnd a large amount in my bank account\nWhen election time comes 'round\nEntertaining vodka drinkers\nIs a job they give to me\nMaking nice guys out of stinkers\nSeems to be my cup of tea\nWhat they really need behind the iron wall\nIs the hostess with the mostes' on the ball\nIn the handbag that I’ll carry\nthere’s a precious little note\nto their highnesses from Harry\nintroducing me he wrote\n«I'll appreciate a favor large or small\nFor the hostess, who’s the hostest, with the mostes' on the ball»