Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jamboree Jones, artist - Johnny Mercer. Album song The Capitol Vaults Collection, in the genre Традиционный джаз
Date of issue: 21.07.2011
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Jamboree Jones |
I’ll begin the story |
Out in West Virginia |
Is a little college |
(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
All the student body |
Only cared for football |
Never mind the knowledge |
(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
Never mind the sheepskin |
They preferred the pigskin |
Seemed to have it in their bones |
Yeah, they knew all about it |
Couldn’t do without it |
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones |
And he played the clarinet with all his might |
He studied night and day, he practiced day and night |
No runnin' up the field for Mr. Jones |
He’d rather run up the scale and down the scale |
What tones |
Even though his buddies |
Always cut their studies |
To attend the rallies |
(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
While they all were rootin' |
You could hear him tootin' |
«What's become of Sally» |
(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
How they used to hate him |
Co-eds wouldn’t date him |
Thought he was an awful bore |
Oh, but he liked his rhythm |
More than being with 'em |
So he’d only turn in |
For to practice some more |
And meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame |
Till they were asked to play that famous Rose Bowl game |
And on that day of days the students beamed |
What did they do when the team marched on the scene |
I want to tell you ladies and you gentlemen, they screamed |
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah |
Biff-boom-bah, bah-bah-dee-addle-oh |
Yea-ho, watch 'em go |
Startin' from the kick-off |
They pulled every trick off |
But they couldn’t win it |
(No, no, no) |
Instead of goin' forwards |
They were goin' backwards |
'Bout a mile a minute |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Seein' their position |
They called intermission |
And they heard the referee say |
Hey, seventeen to nothin' |
Ain’t exactly nothin' |
And you’ve only got about a minute to play |
And then from the stand there came a distant wail |
And it was Jamboree a-swingin' «Hold 'em Yale» |
(Bula, bula, bula) |
And then the students all began to yell |
The players marched up the field |
And down the field, pell mell |
Now on a certain West Virginia hill |
There stands that college still |
Just as it always will |
And there’s a picture in the hall of fame |
You’ll find the boy in the frame who won the game |
Jamboree Jones was the gentleman’s name |