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He isnt hep to jive, hes only half alive
Hep cats call him square
You wont believe this jack
All his clothes date back
To 29 I swear

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
No drape, no shape, just a belt in the back

I love to sing-a
About a moon-a and a June-a and a spring-a,
I love to sing-a,
About a sky of blue-a, and a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!

Give me a song-a

Boy, what's the matter with you?
You ain't got no pep at all today!
I always gets tired when it gets hot like this, you know.
You is lazy, Is I?
You just natu'lly lazy! That's what's the matter with me?
You're doing nothing all the day. No, I don't never do nothing.
You is loafin' on the levee. Yeah!
Was you born that way? Yeah,

Take me back to old Yazoo (yeah)
Everything up here is new (yeah)
I can't stand it, you just must land it
The choo-choo back to old Yazoo (Oh)

Almost everything ya do (Why?)
People got their eyes on you (No)
It's compelling, you hear me yellin'

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,

Everybody's excited!
Everybody's invited!
Come along, and swing that thing,
It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing!

Hear the clarinets tootin'!
Everybody's salutin'!
Come and meet the queen and king,

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,