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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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from Cab Calloway - Are You Hep To The Jive? (1994)
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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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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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 - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
My momma done tol' me
When I was in knee-pants My momma done tol' me, “Son, What did she tell you? A woman gon' sweet-talk Yeah! And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.. But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin'. A woman's a two-faced A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues... In the night.” Yes, in the night. Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' - Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Oh... Hey, that lonesome whistle's Blowin' ‘cross the trestle. Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Hey, ahooee - ahooee! A clickety-clackin' And echoin' back at the blues... In the night. The evenin' breeze - The stars - The trees a-cryin' and the moon ‘ll hide its light When you get the blues In the night. It's really tough to get the blues in the night. Take my word: The mockingbird Sings the saddest kind of song; He knows things are wrong - And he's right. Yes, he's right to sing the blues in the night. From Natchez to Mobile; From Memphis to St. Joe; Wherever the four winds blow; They blow everywhere! I been in some big towns, Yeah! And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh,ahh... But there's one thing I know: Keep a-talkin'. A woman's a-two-faced - A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues In the night. Yes, in the night. A woman will leave you singin' the blues. I know she will - My momma was right: The blues in the night. |
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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 (2005)
You can do most anything, but whatever you do,
There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! You can see sing and dance and play 'most anything you choose, There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! There's rhythm in love songs, rhythm in blues, There's rhythm in almost anything you do. When the moon is bright and you're making love, There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! |
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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
When the days are sad and long,
I just keep wandering on, To the place I hear a call, Because the one I love is there; Back to the fields of cotton To hear a Creole love song. |
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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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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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from Cab Calloway - Are You Hep To The Jive? (1994)
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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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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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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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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from Cab Calloway - Are You Hep To The Jive? (1994)
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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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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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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If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug, Put whiskey, wine and gin within, And shake it all up and then begin. Grab a cup and start to toss, You are drinking jitter sauce! Don't you worry, you just mug, And then you'll be a jitter bug! Hear this fat boy blowing his horn; He's been a bug since the day he was born, His favorite jitter sauce is rye, I swear, he'll drink it 'til the day he die! Toot your whistle and ring your bell, Oh, butchie-wutchie, time will tell, Don't you worry, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! These four boys playing saxophone, Order jitter sauce by phone, Central, give me Harlem 4-9-4, I think these bugs could drink some more, They drink sauce from morn to night And never stop until they're tight, Don't you worry, they just mug, They're poor little jitter bugs! Now, here's old Father, a wicked old man, Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can, He drinks jitter sauce every morn, That's why jitter sauce was born, See him shake with his trombone, He just can't leave that sauce alone, Get along, Father, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! There's Rip Van with his eyes a-twinkle, We named him after Rip Van Winkle, Like Rip, he'd sleep for twenty years If he could get his fill of beer, Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand, Soon he forgets that he's in the band, Don't awaken him, just let him mug; He'll always be a jitter bug. |
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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 - Zaz Zuh Zaz (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 - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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)
(Jerome Jerome / Richard Byron / Walter Kent)
Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three He could play a rhapsody as good as they come But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say.... Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo Mama, I wanna get hotcha I wanta make boombah I wanna go gah-gah Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag |
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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 The Blues Brothers [ost] (1995)
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 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 - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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 Original Sound Deluxe: Big Band Legends (2009)
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 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 - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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)
Like someone that hasn't any country
Like a stranger visiting from Mars I went around alone, just like a rolling stone Until I read a message in the stars It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I always remember that moonglow gave me you It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I'll always remember, that moonglow gave me you |
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from Cab Calloway - Classic Jazz Archive (2007)
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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from Cab Calloway - Zaz Zuh Zaz (2005)
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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from Cab Calloway - Zaz Zuh Zaz (2005)
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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