No use of talkin', no use of talkin'
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You’ll start in dog-walkin' no matter where
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There’s jazz-copation, blues modulation
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Just like a Haitian you’ll rip and tear
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Most everybody likes the blues
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Here’s why I’m ravin', here’s why I’m ravin'
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If it’s blues you are cravin', just come on down
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You’ll hear 'em playin', you’ll hear 'em playin'
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Soon you’ll be sayin', «Hon, jazz me 'round»
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Because your feet they can’t refuse
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What’s that familiar strain, that true blue note refrain?
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It’s drivin' me insane
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Can’t keep still though; |
it’s against my will
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I’m on my P’s and Q’s; |
I just can’t refuse
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There goes that melody; |
it sounds so good to me And I am up a tree
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It’s a shame you don’t know the name
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It’s a brand new blues, the Royal Garden Blues
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Everybody Grab somebody and start jazzing 'round
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Hon, don’t you hear that trombone moan?
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Just listen to that saxophone
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Gee, hear that clarinet and flute
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Cornet jazzin' with a mute
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Makes me just throw myself away
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When I hear 'em play
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That weepin' melancholy strain
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Say, but it’s soothing to the brain
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Just wanna get right up and dance
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Don’t care--I'll take most any chance
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No other blues I’d care to choose
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But Royal Garden Blues |