Lyrics The Blocks Down, Turn to the Left - Cab Calloway, Calloway Cab, CALLOWAY, CAB

The Blocks Down, Turn to the Left

Oh I’m cool, real cool
Oh you’re cool, huh?
Well if you’re real cool, listen to me and I’ll tell you
just what to do
(Singing)
If you’ve a hankering to have a ball
And you can’t find your way down to the hall
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street
You hear piano played by Bessie Greene
Eat country spare ribs from the chef’s cuisine
Two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street
They’re not responsible for personal happiness
Unless you join the spirit of the night
The wine ain’t rare, the folks ain’t square
You’ll be glowing like a neon light
My regards to Mr. Henry-Lee
He is the owner of the place, you see
So get along and don’t be nervous
Henry will give you special service
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street
They’re not responsible for personal happiness
Unless you join in the spirit of the night
The wine ain’t rare, the folks ain’t square
You’ll be glowing like a neon light
Give my regards to Mr. Henry-Lee
He is the owner of the place, you see
So get along and don’t be nervous
Henry will give you special service
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street
Say old man, did you knock yourself out down at that band?
It was real glowin'
Aw Jack, did you dig that good fried chicken that that chef had down there?
Gr-eat, gr-eat
Well now listen, don’t forget.
I’m gonna tell you where it is
It’s on the- the left hand side of the street