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I'll chase the blues away,
I'll laugh and sing all day, I've found my lover, someone who could do. The bluebirds in the tree Will sing their song to me, For they'll discover I'm no longer blue. I've travelled far In search of someone like you, For what you are Is the dream that I've prayed would soon come true. I'll chase the blues away, I'll print some news today, I've found my lover, someone who'll be true. |
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My fur-coat’s sold
Oh, lord ain’t it cold But I’m not gonna holler ’cause I’ve still got a dollar And when I get low Oooo I get high My man walked out Now you know that ain’t right He better watch out If I meet him tonight I said when I get low Oooo I get high All the hard times in this town has found me Nobody knows but the troubles are all around me Ooooo I’m all alone With noone to pet me My old rocking chair Ain’t never gonna get me cause when I get low Oooo I get high Wheeen iii geeet looow Oooo Iiiii I get hiiigh |
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Give me a song that's robust
Feeling the way I am Any old band'll go bust If it ain't got that jam When a body needs a body On the ballroom floor Then a body asks a body "What's a swing band for?" Oh baby, I don't want you To croon soft and mellow Let me warn you in advance, Sing me a swing song and let me dance Oh baby, I don't want Any moon, bright and yellow You can have your sweet romance Sing me a swing song and let me dance Mr. Trombone, play some corn I ain't carin' what notes Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn Brother, give me hot notes Oh baby, I don't want Any tune, on a cello Give the rhythm men a chance Sing me a swing song and let me dance instrumental interlude Let me warn you in advance, Sing me a swing song and let me dance You can have your sweet romance, just Sing me a swing song and let me dance Mr. Trombone, play some corn I ain't carin' what notes Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn Brother, give me hot notes Oh baby, I don't want Any tune, on a cello Give the rhythm men a chance Sing me a swing song and let me dance Ol' Chick Webb is beatin' it out Makes me feel like I want to shout All the boys are ready to prance, so Sing me a swing song and let me dance |
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Oh, Mr. Paganini
Please play my rhapsody And if you cannot play it won’t you sing it? And if you can’t sing you simply have to Scat Listen Paganini, We breathlessly await your masterful dtente Go on and sling it And if you can’t sling it you simply have to Scat We heard your repertoire And at the final bar We greeted you with wild applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation of: ‘I never cared much for moonlight skies I never blinked back at fireflies’ Would do So, Paganini don’t you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to Scat Listen Paganini, please play my rhapsody And if you cannot play it, wont you sing it? If the boys is bopping Aint no need in stopping Scat Listen Paganini, We breathlessly await your masterful dtente Come on and spring it If the boys is bopping Aint no need in stopping Scat I heard your repertoire and At the final bar We greeted you, we greeted you With wild applause But what a great ovation Your interpretation of Scat Listen Paganini Now, don’t you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to Swing it |
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Now eenie meenie minie moe
Catch that monkey by the toe If he hollers let him go Eenie meenie minie moe Scatty-ah, pa swings it so does ma Scatty-ah, ma swings it so does pa Scatty-ah, you swing it so do I Scatty-ah, I swing it so do you When he turns that handle down Music goes around 'n' around Everybody starts to sing To that organ grinder's swing Tra-la, pa swings it so does ma Tra-la, ma swings it so does pa Tra-la, you swing it so do I Tra-la, I swing it so do you Now all the children tag along Just to listen to his song Monkey dancing on a string To the organ grinder's swing Oh-hum Oh-hum Oh-hum Oh-hum, I swing it so do you Drop a nickle in his hat Like a rich aristocrat Every nickle that you fling Makes that organ grinder swing Hi-ho Hi-ho Hi-ho Hi-ho, I swing it so do you Eenie meenie minie moe Catch that monkey by the toe This music makes me want to sing Oh you organ grinder's swing |
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I want to be happy
But I won't be happy Till I make you happy, too Life's really worth living When we are mirth-giving Why can't I give some to you? When skies are gray And you say you are blue I'll send the sun smiling through I want to be happy But I won't be happy Till I make you happy, too |
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The dipsy doodle is the thing to beware
The dipsy doodle will get in your hair And if it gets you, it couldn't be worse The things you say will come out in reverse Like "You love I and me love you!" That's the way the dipsy doodle works. You can't eat, you can't sleep. You go crazy. You're just a victim of the dipsy doodle And it's not your mind that's hazy It's your heart that's at fault not your noodle. You better listen and try to be good And try to do all the things that you should The dipsy doodle will get you some day And when it gets you the things you will say Like the moon jumped over the cow hey diddle! That's the way the dipsy doodle works. |
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I was doing all right
Nothing but rainbows in my sky I was doing all right Till you came by. Had no cause to complain Life was as sweet as apple pie Never noticed the rain Till you came by. But now whenever you're away Can't sleep nights and suffer all the day I just sit and wonder If love isn't one big blunder. But when you hold me tight Tingling all through, i feel somehow I was doing all right But i'm doing better than ever now. But now whenever you're away Can't sleep nights and suffer all the day I just sit and wonder If love isn't one big blunder. But when you hold me tight Tinglin' all through, i feel somehow I was doing all right But i'm doing better Better than ever now. |
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A-tisket A-tasket
A brown and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket She was truckin on down the avenue Not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, pecking all around When she spied it on the ground She took it She took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn′t bring it back I think that I will die A-tisket A-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if the girlie don′t return it Don′t know what I′ll do Oh dear I wonder where my basket can be (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine? That itty bitty basket was a joy of mine! A-tisket A-tasket I lost my yellow basket Won′t someone help me find my basket And make me happy again? again (Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basket A little yellow basket |
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Ev'rybody step
To the syncopated rhythm Let's be going with 'em When they begin You'll be saying, yes sir The band is grand He's the best professor In all the land Listen to the pep That emerges from the middle Of the jazzy fiddle Under his chin Oh, what music The clarineter Could not be better Hear that strain I don't know just what it is but it's great They simply ruin it Look at 'em doin' it Come, come don't hesitate Ev'rybody step If you want to see a glutton When it comes to struttin' Over the ground Wait'll you see My little sweetie and me Step, step, stepping around |
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They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet It gives your feet a feeling so breezy And oh, it's so easy to get They call it wacky dust It brings a dancing jag And once it starts, then only a Sap'll refuse to Big Apple or Shag Oh I don't know just why It gets you so high Putting a buzz in you heart You'll do a marathon You'll wanna go on Kickin' the ceilin' apart They call it wacky dust It's something you can't trust And in the end the rhythm will stop When it does, then you'll drop From happy wacky dust |
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