- Black Rhythm
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,
- Blues In The Night
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, " Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night
- Evenin'
Cab Calloway
Cotton Club 1933-1934
Evenin',
Every night you come and you find me,
Must you always come and remind me,
That my gal is gone.
Hurry, evenin',
- Everybody Eats When They Come to My House
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,
- Happy Feet
Happy feet! I've got those hap-hap-happy feet!
Give them a low-down beat
And they begin dancing!
I've got those ten little tip-tap-tapping toes,
When they hear a tune
I can't control the dancing, dear,
To save my soul!
- Hey Now Hey Now
Hey now, hey now
I was walkin' up the street, actin' big and bold
But deep down in my pockets I had no gold
Was lookin' kinda sad when, before my eyes
Was a million-dollar bill that must've fell out the skies
I said hey now, hey now (hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now)
Hey now, hey now (hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now)
I took this million dolars and looked for more
- It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
De things dat yo' liable to read in de Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Li'l David was small but oh my
Li'l David was small but oh my
He fought big Goliath who lay down and dieth
- Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm
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
- Minnie the Moocher
Hey folks heres the story bout minnie the moocher
She was a lowdown hoocie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
- Reefer Man
- Man, what's the matter with that cat there?
- Must be full of reefer.
- Full of reefer?!
- Yeah man.
- You mean that cat's high?!
- Sailing.
- Sailing?
- Sailing lightly.
- Sweet Jenny Lee
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Sweet Jenny Lee from sunny Tennessee,
You'll love her when you see
Sweet Jenny Lee!
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Each little bird is singing merrily
Just getting set to see
- The Calloway Boogie
Here's a little tune, we're gonna play it for you
T'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
- The Ghost Of Smokey Joe
You didn't see me climb through the window
Nobody had to open that door
I just climb right through the wall and I want you one and all
To stand aside and let me have the floor
Take a look, I'm not such a stranger
Here's a face you cokies all ought to know
You can tell me I'm not wanted, but the joint will still be haunted
- The Hi De Ho Man
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
Ho-dee ho-dee ho
Ho-dee ho-dee ho
Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi
- The Jungle King
You call yourself the jungle king
You call yourself the jungle king
You call yourself the jungle king
I found out you ain't a doggone thing
Said the monkey to the lion on a bright summer day
"Say man, there's a big, bad cat livin' down the way
You know he talks about your folks in a heck of a way
And he says a whole lotta things that I'm sorta afraid to say"
- The Man From Harlem
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.
- Two Blocks Down, Turn to the Left
Ah, say daddy-o
Do you know where a cat can have
A ball and put on a fine?
Aw Jack, you wanna knock yourself out a
Real fine pad? Now let me see, I really do
Know something for ya, are you straight?
- Yaller
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Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
They say to this man,
"You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller."
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Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot,
You know what I am, I know what I'm not,
- You Can't Stop Me From Loving You
You can throw bricks at my window,
You can put tacks in my shoe,
Sprinkle ground glass on my applesause,
But you can't stop me from loving you.
You can put rocks in my pillow,
You can put sand in my shoe,
You can be aloof as you crash the roof