From the sheet music at York University:


SHUT THE DOOR (THEY'RE COMIN' THROUGH THE WINDOW)
Words and music by I. Felix Austed
(New York: Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc., ©1926.)

1. I know a certain feller by the name of Andy Gootch.
He went out and he drank up three quarts of home made hootch.
As he sat there on the curbstone what he said I couldn't tell.
I think it was a menagerie for I heard him loudly yell:

CHORUS: Shut the door they're comin' through the window.
Shut the window they're comin' through the door.
Shut the door they're comin' through the window.
Oh gosh, now they're comin' through the floor.

2. One night the boys were playing at a friendly game of crap,
When outside in the hallway there came a gentle rap.
In just about two seconds the place with cops was blue,
And as they hid beneath the chairs they sang this chorus through:

CHORUS, WITH LAST LINE: Oh gosh, all my money's on the floor.

3. Now Alawishus Murphy got married one fine day,
And far out in the country he went and moved away,
But ev'ry single weekend that one and only train
Would bring his wife's relations, then he'd sing this nice refrain:

CHORUS, WITH LAST LINE: Oh gosh, how I love my mother-in-law.