| My daddy was a rag-time trombone player
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| My mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er
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| They met one day at a tango tea
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| There was a syncopated wedding
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| And then came me Folks think the way I walk is a fad
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| But it’s a birthday present from my mommy and dad-dy
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| I’m a jazz baby, little jazz baby, that’s me There’s something in the tone of a saxophone
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| That makes me do a little wiggle all my own
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| 'Cause I’m a jazz baby
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| Full of jazz-bo harmony
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| That «Walk The Dog"and «Ball The Jack"that caused all the talk
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| Is just a copy of the way I naturally walk
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| 'Cause I’m a jazz baby, little jazz baby that’s me Rock to sleep while the cradle went to and fro
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| To and fro to the tune of the tickle-toe
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| Ever since I started into grow
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| Love to hear the music playing, see my dear old mammy swayin'
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| Razz-ma-tazz, that’s all I ever knew
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| All day long I never would get through
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| Jazz-ma-tazz, that’s all I want to do So play me a little jazz
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| Jazz baby, full of jazz-bo harmony
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| The wailin' of the saxes when those fellas go mad
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| Cannot compare with what I got from mommy and dad |
| So hear this jazz baby
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| Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Little jazz
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| Baby, that’s me |