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Some of these days you're gonna be so lonely,
Some of these days you're gonna want me only, You'll miss my love and miss my kiss, You're gonna miss your little daddy when he goes away! You'll be so lonely alone without me, You know, baby, why I went away; Oh, when I'm leaving, there's no doubt your heart'll be grieving; You're gonna miss your daddy, mama, some of these days. |
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You're nobody, nobody's sweetheart now,
There's no place for you somehow, With all of your fancy clothes, silken gowns, You'll be out of place in the middle of your own hometown, When you walk down the avenue, All the folks just can't believe that it's you. With all those painted lips and painted eyes, Wearing a bird of paradise, It all seems wrong somehow, It seems so funny, You're nobody's sweetheart now! |
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from Cab Calloway - Zaz Zuh Zaz (2005)
You sure is a rascal!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! |
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from Cab Calloway - Zaz Zuh Zaz (2005)
It was up at Mike's the other night,
There was really quite a sight, Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown. Tables were filled with gaudy frails, Chewing on their fingernails; They were waiting for the man from Harlem. Drinks were served six bits a throw, Things were moving kind of slow, Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy. All at once the room was still, Men forgot all about their bill, Who should enter but the man from Harlem. Everybody rolled their eyes, Women starting heaving sighs, Someone hollered, "Music, lights and gin," Everybody cleared a space, They had big, broad smiles on every face, How they all loved to see the man from Harlem. When he started in to step He filled everyone with plenty pep, He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame. Everyone was in a daze, Women watched him with amaze, Each one said she'd have the man from Harlem. He looked over in the corner, And saw a couple of frails and they sure did look kinda low. Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem, "Go over there and see what's the matter with them girls." And they said, "I'm kinda low." And he said, "I've got just what you need: Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything." |
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(The Zaz-Zuh-Zaz chorus has been simplified here from Cab's scatted version.)
Now, here's a very entrancing phrase, It will put you in a daze, To me it don't mean a thing, But it's got a very peculiar swing! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! Now, zaz-zuh-zaz was handed down From a bloke down in Chinatown; It seems his name was Smoky Joe, And he used to hi-de-hi-de-ho. Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! When Smoky Joe came into town And he kicked the gong around, Any place that he would go Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go, With her zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! It makes no difference where you go, There's one thing that they sure do know: There's no need for them to be blue, For the zaz-suh-zaz will always see them through! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! |
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When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay,
Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-day! [Scat chorus] Another version ---------------------- [Starts with impressive scatting, then:] Spoken: [Bennie Payne?] Say, what you doin', boy? [Cab] Oh, man, I'm just scatting and going right on to town, Satchmo! When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay, Just: If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just [Followed by incredible scat-singing!] |
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It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around! |
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Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones. Once he had the blues So he took a cruise Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones. He said, "Yo Ho, I've made a certain port And when you talk about real he-man sport": Hot ginger and dynamite There's nothing but that at night Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. The way they can entertain Would hurry a hurricane Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky wacky Woo. In Fujiama You get a mama Then your troubles increase. In some pagoda She orders soda Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece. They kissy and huggy nice Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price. Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. Now when the day is warm You can keep in form With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol. Every gentle man Has to use a fan And they only use suspenders in the fall. That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs. Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres. They give you a carriage free The horse is a Japanee Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. They sit you upon the floor No wonder your pants get sore Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With Sweet Kimoner I pulled a boner I kept it up at high speed. I got rhumatics And then psyatics Halatosisis, that's guarenteed. You just have to act your age Or wind up inside a cage Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea You can rest all day by the hickory tree But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee, Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me. Those pretty mamas In pink pyjamas They try to give you a kiss Those torid teases In B.V.D.ses Heaven help a sailor on a night like this! Not too gentle and not too rough But you've got to tell them when you've had enough Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. |
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Hep-hep!
De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki! Hep-hep! Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah, Hep-hep! Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive, Hep-hep! Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive; Hep-hep! Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive; Hep-hep! Beat it out on the mellow side. Boy? Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Oh, boy! Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Palomar, shalomar, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive once more, Boy! Lay it right on down to the gator. Oh, boy! Lay it flat as a gator. Now, can't you hear those hepcats call, Yeah! Come on, boys, let's have a ball! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive, Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive, Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side; Hep-hep! Hep-hep! [Scating] Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive, The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive, I know you dug this mellow jive, Oh, you dig it on the mellow side. Another Version ----------------------- Boy? Oh, boy! Panama, Shanama, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive some more; Boy? Oh boy! The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive Makes you get your kicks on the mellow side. Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! The jim-jam-jump with the solid jive, Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep! hep! Hep! Hep! Don't be that ickeroo, Get hep and follow through, And get your steady foo Make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you hep! hep! hep! on the mellow side! |
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Oh, she's pretty and witty, soft-natured and sweet Attractive and active, boy, clever and neat; I've got a darn good reason now for being good. A I'm hazy and I'm crazy; I'm crazy for love, She's willing for billing and she coos like a dove; I've got a darn good reason now for being good. B I was just a rounder turning nighttime into day, But now it's different; since this loving made me change my way; A Oh she kills me and she thrills me; she has big satin bows; She knows it and she shows it wherever she goes. I've got a darn good reason now for being good. |
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I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down, 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere. I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! Another version ----------------------- A Got St. Louis blues.....blue as I can be; B There's two people in this world I just can't stand; There's two people in this world I just can't stand; That's a two-faced woman and a lyin' man; B I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else. C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually incomprehensible.) (Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa's... When that big old hound comes around... And when that big old piece of hound comes.. He's sure gonna leave this town.) B I'm goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; I'm goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil. D I got the St.Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue, Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; baby, Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama, All those blues, I'm blue as I can be. Version 3 ------------------ I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, 'Cause my baby has left this town. If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away. St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair, That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere! Nowhere! I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; Lord, that man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me! Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, I guess I'll love that man until the day I die. |
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Sweet Jenny Lee from sunny Tennessee, You'll love her when you see Sweet Jenny Lee! A Each little bird is singing merrily Just getting set to see Sweet Jenny Lee! B She's got that certain little something in her style, She's got a great big bit of heaven right in her smile. A She promised me that she'd say yessiree, That's good enough for me, Sweet Jenny Lee. |
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Some of these days you're gonna be so lonely,
Some of these days you're gonna want me only, You'll miss my love and miss my kiss, You're gonna miss your little daddy when he goes away! You'll be so lonely alone without me, You know, baby, why I went away; Oh, when I'm leaving, there's no doubt your heart'll be grieving; You're gonna miss your daddy, mama, some of these days. |
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You're nobody, nobody's sweetheart now,
There's no place for you somehow, With all of your fancy clothes, silken gowns, You'll be out of place in the middle of your own hometown, When you walk down the avenue, All the folks just can't believe that it's you. With all those painted lips and painted eyes, Wearing a bird of paradise, It all seems wrong somehow, It seems so funny, You're nobody's sweetheart now! |
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Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, She's so sweet, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She will search this wide world over, But she'll never find another sweet man like me. Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers, Let a chorus girl sing me a song. Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along. Folks, now that you have heard my story, Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; If anyone should ask you, Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. |
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You're so sweet, how could anyone be so sweet?
Tell me, little one, Believe me, you're a lucky find, Peaches, cream and honey, all of them combined. You're so sweet, like a little flower, Grow sweet, every little hour, You know, sweet, you'll always be So sweet to me! |
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Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh 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 the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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Gather round,
You get a thrill in your feet That'll never be beat When you're doin' the rhumba! Hit the ground! You'll find that everything shakes, What a difference it makes When you're doin' the rhumba! Don't you stop, Spin around again like a top! What a dance, Begin learning it now, You'll be happy somehow, When you're doin' the rhumba! Take a chance, Down in the valley they say, Darkies wiggle and sway, When you're doin' the rhumba! You just Wanna click those castanets! What a dance, Gets you right on the spot, Swing out and get hot When you're doing the rhumba! |
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Sadness just makes me sigh,
I've come to say goodbye, Altho' I go, I've got those farewell blues. Those farewell blues make me yearn, That parting kiss seems to burn. Farewell, dearie, Someday I will return. Dreaming of you is sweet, Someday again we'll meet. |
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I'm the world's most happy creature,
Tell me, what can worry me? I'm crazy 'bout my baby, And my baby's crazy 'bout me! Mr. Cupid was our teacher, That's the reason we agree, I'm crazy 'bout my baby, And my baby's crazy 'bout me! Parson, get your book out, Get it ready in your hand, Keep a steady look-out; 'Cause I know you understand. We're an A-one combination, The perfect he and she, I'm crazy 'bout my baby, And my baby's crazy 'bout me! |
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When the days are sad and long,
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What can I do
Now that you say we're through? I'm left with the blues in my heart. How can I smile When love don't seem worthwhile? I'm left with the blues in my heart. How can I live? What is there life can give As long as we're apart? How can I go on Knowing that you are gone? I'm left with the blues in my heart. |
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Down in Louisiana
There's a grand piano-playing man; He knows that they can't kid him 'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand. The blues that he'll compose will thrill you From your head to your toes. He called his song "Black Rhythm," 'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon, The keys he plays on sweetly, And you're left completely in a swoon. The melancholy strum Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues. When he plays the blue note, And adds a new note, You'll think that he wrote a symphony. But he's just improvising On a southern mammy melody. You'll quit your pouting, And start a'shouting, No need in doubting he knows the keys. He can lay on the white ones, Can play on the black ones with ease. The way he plays Black Rhythm Makes the gang stick with him all night long, Forget the hour is late, They hear him syncopate his mournful song. A'humming like the breeze, A' strumming lightly on those ivories. |
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St. Louis woman, she's never pleased,
She says there's one good man who'll soon be deceived, If she can't hear from him each night at least Six or seven times. She says the other songs don't mean a thing, There's only one that makes her heart go bing, That's why she craves that little tune I sing Six or seven times. |
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My honey's lovin' arms,
They hold a world of charms, Little place to nestle when I'm so lonely, I'm comin', little morris chair, Oh, what a happy little pair! Loveliness and happiness Seem to bless My loving little honey I love her more each day, When years have passed away, You'll find the love belongs to you only, 'Cause when the world seems wrong, I know that I belong, Right in my honey's lovin' arms. |
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Slumber, never comes around 'til dawn,
My head starts reeling, I dream that I'm kneeling, It seems that I'm kneeling on the ceiling of my room! Nightmare, sure has got me in the air, It's no use denying, And there's no denying, I dream that I'm dying and going in my tomb. |
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It looks like Susie,
It must be Susie, I'm sure it's Susie, But I don't know; Could be Virginia With her eyes of blue, Could be Mary, Sweet Mary Lou, But it looks like Susie, She talks like Susie, She walks like Susie, Oh, gosh, oh, gee! Just ask her if she knows Lou From Boston, Massachu, If she does, Why, then it's Susie Lee! It looks like Susie, Must be Susie, I'm sure it's Susie, Aw, but I don't know, let me see; Could be Virginia No, she's got eyes of blue, Then again, it could be Mary, Sweet Mary Lou, Ah, but it looks like Susie, She talks like Susie, Ah, she walks like Susie, And if it ain't Susie, glory! Now, get all the friends you've known And give a swell party at your home, And if she breaks it up, Whoopie! It's Susie Lee! |
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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
(Louis Armstrong)
No gal made has got a shade On sweet georgia brown, Two left feet, oh, so neat, Has sweet georgia brown! They all sigh, and want to die, For sweet georgia brown! I'll tell you just why, You know i don't lie, not much: It's been said she knocks 'em dead, When she lands in town! Since she came, why it's a shame, How she cools them down! Fellas she can't get Must be fellas she ain't met! Georgia claimed her, georgia named her, Sweet georgia brown! No gal made has got a shade On sweet georgia brown, Two left feet, oh, so neat, Has sweet georgia brown! They all sigh, and want to die, For sweet georgia brown! I'll tell you just why, You know i don't lie; not much: All those gifts those courters give, To sweet georgia brown, They buy clothes at fashion shows, With one dollar down, Oh, boy! tip your hat! Oh, joy! she's the cat! Who's that, mister? 'tain't a sister! Sweet georgia brown! |
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You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag. Thin or fat, young or old; Shake their shoulders bold. You're bound to fall for the bugle call; You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag. Hold me baby; Let's syncopate to that blue melody; Just hesitate while a break they take Shh! While we're dancing please hold me tight; step lively don't lag. |
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You sure is a rascal!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! |
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Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song; The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you. That was long ago, When each kiss was an inspiration; Now you were in my arms, And my consolation Is in the stardust of a song, Beside a garden wall, When the stars are bright You are in my arms; The little nightengale sings his fairytale Of paradise where roses grew, Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody, The memory of love's refrain. When I'm all alone And thought I was with you, I get so lonesome, honey, just for you, I love to hear you sing that song. |
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Somebody stole my gal,
Somebody stole my pal, Somebody came and took her away, She didn't even say she was leavin', Her kisses I love so, He's gettin' now I know... And gee, I know that she, Would come to me If she could see, Her broken hearted lonesome pal, Somebody stole my gal! |
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(Greer-Robinson)
Transcribed from Cab Calloway and His Orchestra, recorded October 21, 1931. From Cab Calloway and His Orchestra 1931-1932; The Chronogical Classics 526 Poor me, I ain't got a gal in this town, All of them turned me down, 'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town. Eee-eee-eee... All yellows and browns, All of them turned me down, 'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town. Boo-hoo, you hear my mournful wail, I even looked in jail, For a familiar frail. Oooh-doo, you, you, you got me down, Stop your dragging me 'round, 'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town. I've got a million gals in Memphis, I've got a gal way out in Saint Paul, I took my hat and left them flat 'Cause they couldn't kick the gong. [Repeats first four verses] |
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Just follow me,
And you will see, What folks in Harlem Call Trickeration. Don't mean a thing, This crazy swing, Latest thing in Harlem, Trickeration! Rhythm, look what you went and done, Rhythm, you are the guilty one. Another phrase, Just another craze, Everyone in Harlem Does Trickeration. |
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It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around! |
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Gee, but it's hard to love someone when that someone don't love you!
I'm so disgusted, heart-broken, too; I've got those down-hearted blues; Once I was crazy 'bout a man; he mistreated me all the time, The next man I get has got to promise me to be mine, all mine! Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days, Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days; It seems like trouble going to follow me to my grave. I ain't never loved but three mens in my life; I ain't never loved but three men in my life: My father, my brother, the man that wrecked my life. It may be a week, it may be a month or two, It may be a week, it may be a month or two, But the day you quit me, honey, it's comin' home to you. I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand, I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand, I'm gonna hold it until you meet some of my demands. Another version ------------------- Gee, but it's hard to love someone When that someone don't love you; I'm so disgusted, heart-broken, too I've got those down-hearted blues. I was crazy 'bout a gal, She mistreated me all the time, Next gal I get, she's got to promise to Be mine, all mine. 'Cause she mistreated me, And she drove me from her door; Yes, she mistreated me, She drove me from her door, But the Good Book says, She'll reap just what she'll sow. I ain't never loved but three women in all my life, I never loved but three women in all my life, That was my mother, my sister, and the gal that wrecked my life. [Heavily scatted] All the dirt you done to me Is bound to come back to you. |
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This is what I have from the life record recorded during Jazz Jamboree in Warsaw (Poland) in 1974
"Corinne, Corinna why (where) you've been so long Tell me Corinna why (where) you've been so long I haven't had no lovin' since you've been gone I love Corinna, I tell you where I do Well, I love Corinna, I tell you where I do Well, I hope some day ....... (?) Canda love me too Corinne, Corinna where you'd stay late night Tell me Corenna where you'd stay last night You came home this morning the suny shinin' rise (?) I met Corinna way across the sea Yes I met Corinna way across the sea She didn't write me no letter, she didn't care for me Bye, bye Corinna I got to leave you now Bye, bye Corinna I got to leave you now Well I know you didn't mean it, no good, no harm" |
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When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay,
Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-day! [Scat chorus] Another version ---------------------- [Starts with impressive scatting, then:] Spoken: [Bennie Payne?] Say, what you doin', boy? [Cab] Oh, man, I'm just scatting and going right on to town, Satchmo! When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay, Just: If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just [Followed by incredible scat-singing!] |
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When your spirits are low,
There's a place you can go. You'll never see white folks At a strictly cullud affair. See 'em laying 'em down, Boys, they goin' to town, You may see a few light folks But they all got cullud folks' hair. It's given by the colored ladies' auxiliary, Come on, brothers, check in all your artillery. Spend your nickels and dimes, Have some marv-yu-lous times; I mean it's too tight, folks, At a strictly cullud affair. |
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Aw, you dog, you dirty dog,
You better stop your sniffing around like that; I know just what you're driving at! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! Say, they got the news all over town, You and my wife been running 'round, Stop it 'fore I mow you down, Aw, you dog! Deacon Green's been talking, too, He said that he saw you Kiss my wife in the pew, Aw, you dog! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You better stop your sniffing around like that; I know just what you're driving at! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! Aw, you dog, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! |
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Here's some news that'll get you,
It's made to order for you. I just bet it'll fit you, Follow up these red hot blues. Grab a taxi and go down, Chinatown's on a spree; Let me give you the lowdown, This is really history. Whenever folks in Chinatown start acting gay There's something in the air that makes them feel that way. Yeah, man, I heard somebody say It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Old Smoky Joe's so happy he can hardly wait, He's spent a million dollars for his wedding date, Yeah, man, they're gonna celebrate, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day. You better come on down, Way down in Chinatown, Oh, let me take you down To see them kick the gong around. A million cokies shouting, "Hay-de-hay-de-hay!" The king of Sweden's gonna give the bride away, Yeah, man, I heard somebody say, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! The king and queen of every nation Were glad to get an invitation; The prince of Wales said he would get away For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! They said a hundred thousand hoppies Went over to China picking poppies, They're gonna put them all in one bouquet For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Hi-de-hi-de-hi, Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Hay-de-hay-de-hay, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Yeah, man! Why, what's that them boys say? It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! |
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Dinah, is there anyone finer
In the state of Carolina? If there is and you know her Show her to me Dinah, with her Dixie eyes blazing How I'd like to sit and gaze in To the eyes of Dinah Lee Every night why do I shake with fright? Because my Dinah might change her mind about me Got to tell you about Dinah If she went to China I'd would hop an ocean liner Just to be with Dinah Lee Dinah, is there anyone finer In the state of Carolina? If there is and you know her Show her to me Dinah, with her Dixie eyes blazing How I'd like to sit and gaze in To the eyes of Dinah Lee Every night why do I shake with fright? Because my Dinah might change her mind about me Here's the story about Dinah If she went to China I'd would hop an ocean liner Just to be with Dinah Lee Pretty Dinah Lee |
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Do you come on like Shorty George and me?
Just speel some jive, we'll dig you out, you see. Well, all reet! Are you ready? Yes, we're ready, Joe! Jumping steady? Jumping steady, Joe! You look solid, Joe, All I want to know, Are you all reet? Yes, we're all reet! You can get it Yes, we get it! If you set it Yes, we set it, Joe! Come on, let me go, All I want to know, Are you all reet? Yes, we're all reet! I'm like the tree, I'm all root, Hep to the jep What it's all aboot! Stashed like a top, Don't miss a stop, I dig my kicks from the groovy lot! Are you really? Yes, we're really! Trilly frilly? Woo-woo! Woo-woo! I don't go Navaho, Come and let me know, Are you all reet? Yes, we're all reet! Are you ready, Joe? Yes, I'm ready, old man! Jumpin' steady, Joe? Jumpin' with the jive, Jack! Then all we to know... What do you want to know? Are you all reet? Jump in the groove and go! Yes, he's all reet! Yes, he's all reet! I'm like the tree, I'm all root, Hep to the jep What it's all aboot! Stashed like a top, Don't miss a stop, I dig my kicks from the groovy plot! Are you really? Yes, we're really! Trilly frilly frilly frilly frilly? Woo-woo! Now, don't go Navaho, Come and let me know, Are you all reet? Yes, we're all reet! There's one thing we want to know, Are we solid; do we send you, Joe? We are ready and we want to know: Are you all reet? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CALLOWAY, CAB/CLARK, ALLAN/PALMER, JACK <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Have a banana, Hannah
Try the salami, Tommy Give with the gravy, Davy Everybody eats when they come to my house Have a tomato, Plato Here's cacciatore, Dorie Have some baloney, Tony Everybody eats when they come to my house I'll fix your favorite dishes Hopin' this good food will fills ya Stand in kitchen alone, work my fingers to the bone You better eat if it kills ya Pass me a pancake, Mandrake Have an hors-d'oeuvre-y, Irvy Look in the fendel, Mendel Everybody eats when they come to my house Mendel, Irvy, Mandrake, Tony, Dora, Johny Everybody eats when they come to my house Pastafazoola, Talullah Do have a bagel, Fagel Don't be so bashful, Nashville Everybody eats when they come to my house This is a party, Marty Now don't be so picky, Micky You get the cherry, Jerry Everybody eats when they come to my house All of my friends are welcome Don't try me coax me, you moax you Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares? You better eat if it chokes you [Incomprehensible] for Franky [Incomprehensible] Chile con carne for Barney Everybody eats when they come to my house Barney, Bobby, Franky, Jerry, Mickey, Tony Almost catch with their feet under my table They eat just as much as they're able [Incomprehensible] 'Cause everybody eats when they come to my house |
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Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you,
There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do: Called the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like music with a boogie beat, Here's a little ditty that's really all reet! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! I woke up with the blues the other day, The cats started jamming and they blew away. With the Calloway Boogie, The Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! We play waltzes, bebop and jive, But here's the kind of music that keeps you alive! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like boogie with some hi-de-ho, Just listen to me, here's the way it goes: Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi! Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! |
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When I hug ya
You stay hugged, When I dig ya You stay dug, When I kiss you, baby, Everybody knows that I'm wild about you! When I love ya, I love ya strong! When you kiss me You can't go wrong, When I hold you, baby, Everybody knows that I'm wild about you! You may say that I'm jivin', But it's you that I'm thinkin' of, It's not imagination or infatuation, It's just plain, everyday love! I'm a schoolboy From the sticks, When I'm with ya, I get my kicks, You're a sender, honey! Everybody knows that I'm wild about you! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CALLOWAY, CAB/GIBSON, ANDY/BOYD, MAX <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Cab Calloway - Are You Hep To The Jive? (1994)
Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh 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 the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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from Big Band Sampler (1990)
Here's some news that'll get you,
It's made to order for you. I just bet it'll fit you, Follow up these red hot blues. Grab a taxi and go down, Chinatown's on a spree; Let me give you the lowdown, This is really history. Whenever folks in Chinatown start acting gay There's something in the air that makes them feel that way. Yeah, man, I heard somebody say It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Old Smoky Joe's so happy he can hardly wait, He's spent a million dollars for his wedding date, Yeah, man, they're gonna celebrate, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day. You better come on down, Way down in Chinatown, Oh, let me take you down To see them kick the gong around. A million cokies shouting, "Hay-de-hay-de-hay!" The king of Sweden's gonna give the bride away, Yeah, man, I heard somebody say, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! The king and queen of every nation Were glad to get an invitation; The prince of Wales said he would get away For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! They said a hundred thousand hoppies Went over to China picking poppies, They're gonna put them all in one bouquet For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Hi-de-hi-de-hi, Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Hay-de-hay-de-hay, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Yeah, man! Why, what's that them boys say? It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! |
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from Legacy's Rhythm & Soul Revue (1995)
Have a banana, Hannah,
Try the salami, Tommy, Give with the gravy, Davy, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Try a tomato, Plato, Here's cacciatore, Dorie, Taste the baloney, Tony, Everybody eats when they come to my house! I fix your favorite dishes, Hopin' this good food fills ya! Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone, You better eat if it kills ya! Pass me a pancake, Mandrake, Have an hors-d'oeuvre-y, Irvy, Look in the fendel (?), Mendel, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Hannah! Davy! Tommy! Dora! Mandrake! Everybody eats when they come to my house! Pastafazoola, Talullah! Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel, Now, don't be so bashful, Nashville, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Hey, this is a party, Marty, Here, you get the cherry, Jerry, Now, look, don't be so picky, Micky, 'Cause everybody eats when they come to my house! All of my friends are welcome, Don't make me coax you, moax you, Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares? You gotta eat if it chokes you! Oh, do have a knish, Nishia, Pass me the latke, Macky, Chile con carne for Barney, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Face! Buster! Chair! Chops! Fump! Everybody eats when they come to my house! Everybody eats when they come to my house! |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down, 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere. I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! Another version ----------------------- A Got St. Louis blues.....blue as I can be; B There's two people in this world I just can't stand; There's two people in this world I just can't stand; That's a two-faced woman and a lyin' man; B I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else. C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually incomprehensible.) (Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa's... When that big old hound comes around... And when that big old piece of hound comes.. He's sure gonna leave this town.) B I'm goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; I'm goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil. D I got the St.Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue, Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; baby, Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama, All those blues, I'm blue as I can be. Version 3 ------------------ I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, 'Cause my baby has left this town. If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away. St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair, That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere! Nowhere! I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; Lord, that man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me! Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, I guess I'll love that man until the day I die. |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh 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 the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, She's so sweet, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She will search this wide world over, But she'll never find another sweet man like me. Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers, Let a chorus girl sing me a song. Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along. Folks, now that you have heard my story, Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; If anyone should ask you, Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
You sure is a rascal!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around! |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
I don't want you,
But I hate to lose you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. I forgive you, 'Cause I can't forget you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. I ought to cross you off my list, But when you come knocking at my door, Fate seems to give my heart a twist, And I come running back for more. I should hate you, But I guess I love you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
Just follow me,
And you will see, What folks in Harlem Call Trickeration. Don't mean a thing, This crazy swing, Latest thing in Harlem, Trickeration! Rhythm, look what you went and done, Rhythm, you are the guilty one. Another phrase, Just another craze, Everyone in Harlem Does Trickeration. |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
Here's some news that'll get you,
It's made to order for you. I just bet it'll fit you, Follow up these red hot blues. Grab a taxi and go down, Chinatown's on a spree; Let me give you the lowdown, This is really history. Whenever folks in Chinatown start acting gay There's something in the air that makes them feel that way. Yeah, man, I heard somebody say It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Old Smoky Joe's so happy he can hardly wait, He's spent a million dollars for his wedding date, Yeah, man, they're gonna celebrate, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day. You better come on down, Way down in Chinatown, Oh, let me take you down To see them kick the gong around. A million cokies shouting, "Hay-de-hay-de-hay!" The king of Sweden's gonna give the bride away, Yeah, man, I heard somebody say, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! The king and queen of every nation Were glad to get an invitation; The prince of Wales said he would get away For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! They said a hundred thousand hoppies Went over to China picking poppies, They're gonna put them all in one bouquet For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Hi-de-hi-de-hi, Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Hay-de-hay-de-hay, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Yeah, man! Why, what's that them boys say? It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! |
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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
"Man whats the matter with that cat there?"
"must be full of reefer" "full of reefer?!" "yea man" "you mean that cats high?!" "sailing" "sailing" "sailing lightly" "get away from here Man is that the reefer man?" "thats the reefer man" "I belive hes losing his mind" "I think hes lost his mind!" Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he swam to china, and he sell you south carolina then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he walks the ocean, any time he takes the notion then you know your talkn to reefer man. Have you ever met this funny reefer man (reefer man!) oh baby baby baby reefer man reefer man If he trades you dimes for nickles and calls watermellons pickles then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he takes a sudden mania he'll want to give you Pennsylvania oh you know your talking to the reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said one sweet is funny because he wont sell me atlantic then you know your talkin to that reefer man |
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