by Paul Whiteman

Paul Samuel Whiteman (March 28, 1890 – December 29, 1967) was an American bandleader and orchestral director.

Beautiful changes in different keys, 
Beautiful changes and harmonies, 
He starts in see, then changes to D, 
He's fooling around most any old key!

Watch that, hear that, minor strain, 
There's so many babies that he can squeeze, 
And he's always changing those keys. 


First, he changes into be, changes into see, changes into D, changes into E, 
As easy as the weather can! 


Now, he's getting kind of cold, getting kind of hot, listen, I forgot, 
Since he was a tot, he's been the talk of Dixieland

Written by: CAROLE KING

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