Lyrics:
rhythm fade
Just play that drum, play that number
When the saints come marchin' in
Shake tambourines, play that cornet
That Trumpet horn you won't
he lost his sticks
The cornet player hit a note that's flat
The tromboner hit him while the poor cat sat
The Dixieland rock (Dixieland rock)
They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet
It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And, oh, it's so easy to get
They call it wacky dust
It
clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's
They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet
It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And, oh, it's so easy to get
They call it wacky dust
It
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
(bin-binks)
Délais for me (han) délais for me (ouh)
Jeune renoi sur l'corner, tire du corner (boom)
Grosse frappe dans l'cornet, dans l'cornet
Trop d'frères
général
Que j'veux pas voir sur ma galerie
Surtout quand j'sors de l'hôpital
Là, j'fais pitié comme un cornet
Qui vient de perdre une moitié d'boule
J'suis
They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet
It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And oh, it's so easy to get
They call it wacky dust
It
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
Just play that drum, play that number
When the saints come marchin' in
Shake tambourines, play that cornet
Crank up that horn you won't forget
Your
Cornet jazzin' with a mute
Makes me just throw myself away
When I hear 'em play
That weepin' melancholy strain
Say, but it's soothing to the brain
rhythm fade
Just play that drum, play that number
When the saints come marchin' in
Shake tambourines, play that cornet
That Trumpet horn you won't
Cornet jazzin' with a mute
Makes me just throw myself away
When I hear 'em play
That weepin' melancholy strain
Say, but it's soothing to the brain
the digest
Through all my cornets
Global solar
It's young Omar
A staffurallah
We analyze who they really are
Familiar, blow holes into your interior
You're
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute,
Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away,
When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain,
Say, but
clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's
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