Lyrics:
General de Gaulle on accordion.
Rather wild, General!
Thank you, sir.
Roy Rogers on Trigger.
Tune in Wild Man of Borneo on bongos.
Count Basie
Basie Orchestra on triangle.
[CBO:] (Ting!)
Thank you.
Great to hear the Rawlinsons on trombone.
Back from his recent operation, Dan Druff, harp.
swinging
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Swing on, swing out tonight
Hey now
for a backbone. Then I had a dream about Count Basie but he didn't want to talk to me, he had a lot of hurt in his face he had a copy of LIFE magazine.
Dig count Basie
Blow Joe's blues away
Every night, every noon, every sun, every moon
Yeah
Every way
Yeah
Everywhere
Yeah
I get the blues
a crowd
Better than anything except being in love
Do you know, being in love
Better than four sets of Dizzy
Better than Count Basie's band
Better
a tumor and the sooner that we shake it
The sooner you boomers keep us from going fuckin' apeshit
They make a bitch go from Coltrane to Body Count Basie
humming an old Count Basie tune
Hear you sing along to Satchmo in your room
Hear you hidee hidee ho to Cab Calloway
Hear you playing Mum the best
The best
American music i'd
Take Count Basie and Ella Fitzgerald with me
And we'd do what we do best
We'd wail up a storm with real
American jazz so that their kids
loud
Or being spotted in a crowd
Better than anything except being in love
Do you know, God's love
Better than four sets of Dizzy
Better than Count
Count
Yes, Sam
This will be my shining hour
Calm and happy and bright
In my dreams your face will flower
Through the darkness of the night
Count
Yes, Sam
This will be my shining hour
Calm and happy and bright
In my dreams your face will flower
Through the darkness of the night
When I hear a band blowin' basie
I can count on losing my cool
Take me where the rhythm is racy
Let me be a dancin' fool
Some prefer the café
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
3, 4, 5
Transylvania 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Transylvania 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
The Count: (conducting the orchestra) 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, oh yeah!
It gets cold in
to play with Count Basie
That was Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis
My name is Eddie Harris
I've got one of your videos jack
That was Eddie Murphy
My name is
Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson
Bill Clinton, that's right I said it
There was Benny and Duke and of course the Count Basie
The melody was smooth and yes, very taste
There was Hap, The Prez, and Lady Day and
Dizzy Bird
hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much flavor you can taste me
I'm underground like a gutter
You never catch me,
Once was lost
But now I'm found
Amazing grace with Blazing Sound
I'm blazing saddles, Basie Count
Seein' numbers on the street like
I'm the count
While I'm out with my fans
I drink an ounce ounce (Ounce)
Of apple juice in my hands (What?)
I cannot count count (Nah)
How much a brick or a band (What?)
Say dem babies
Heh Feed them babies
Not with radio, soap opera, with greatness
Like Count Basie
Teach them the wisdom of the ages
We get from the sages
play
If you don't feel like dancing
This is all I have to say
The legends of the era
Nineteen thirty's forty's too
Count Basie Benny Goodman
Legends
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