Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Utt-Da-Zay , by - Cab Calloway and His Orchestra. Song from the album New York 1938-1939, Vol. C, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 17.07.2006
Record label: JSP
Song language: English
Utt-Da-Zay |
| My mother used to sing to me |
| A haunting little melody |
| Nobody knows where it came from |
| Or where it was composed |
| «Utt da zay», sings the tailor |
| As he fashions pretty clothes |
| «Utt da zay», sings the tailor |
| As he sews, sews, sews |
| He’s as busy as a bee |
| Making lovely finery |
| Things my baby loves to wear |
| When I take her to the fair |
| «Utt da zay», sings the tailor |
| All it means is, «That's the way» |
| When I buy the things he made her |
| Says the tailor, «Utt da zay» |
| Oh, do you dig, dig, dig? |
| Do you chop, chop, chop? |
| Are you hep to this jive |
| That I’m laying to you? |