My mamma done tol' me,
When i was in knee pants,
My mamma done tol' me, son!
A woman'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done,
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a

Boy? Oh, Boy!
Panama, Shanama, Swanee Shore,
Let Me Dig That Jive Some More;

Boy? Oh Boy!
The Jim-jam-jump With the Jumpin' Jive
Makes You Get Your Kicks On the Mellow Side.
Hep! Hep!
Hep! Hep!

The Jim-jam-jump With the Solid Jive,
Makes You Nine

I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a
I love to sing-a
About a sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a
Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a
I love to, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a
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Cast cold that's what I need
These bill colectors they ring my phone
They bother me when I'm not at home
Ain't go no time to be fooling round
Feel touch the floors and I get on down, you see
Chorus:
I want money lots and lots of money
I want the pie in the sky
I w

Folks, here´s a story about Minnie the Moocher
She was a real live hoochie-koocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
but Minnie had a heart as big as a wha-a-le

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hi()
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho()
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee ()
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho()

Oh, Have You Ever Met That Funny Reefer Man?
Oh, Have You Ever Met That Funny Reefer Man?
If He Says He Swam to China:
He Sell You South Carolina
Then You Know You're Talking to That Reefer Man.

Have You Ever Met That Funny Reefer Man?
Have You Ever Met That Funny

I'm the Hi-de-ho Miracle Man,
I Can Really Do Wonders, I Can,
If You've Got the Misery,
Bring Your Misery to Me,
I'm That Hi-de-ho Miracle Man!

I'm the Hi-de-ho Miracle Man,
I Do Things On a Miracle Plan,
If the Blues Are Hangin' 'round,
And the Devil's Got

It Was Up At Mike's the Other Night,
There Was Really Quite a Sight,
Gather Round, Folks, While I Give You All the Lowdown.

Tables Were Filled With Bloody Frails,
Chewing On Their Fingernails;
They Were Waiting For the Man From Harlem.

Drinks Were Served Six

There are songs I must sing to you
There are melodies
Sounding oh so sweet
Inside my solitude
There are rhymes there are remedies
For a lonely heart
May we never part
For what we have is true

Don't you know that time
Is as endless as forever
So each day

Now, here's a very entrancing phrase,
It will put you in a daze,
To me it don't mean a thing,
But it's got a very peculiar swing!
Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz,
Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay,
Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz,
Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay!

Now, zaz-zuh-zaz was handed down
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