That's a plenty's got a beat in it
The rythm's got a lot of heat in it
Now betcha five
Ten to five
It's gonna getcha doing what its doing to me
The dixie land comes oozin out of it
The dixie landers sure are proud of it
They call it jazz
What it has
That's a plenty for me!
It takes you down to New Orleans
Down Basin street swing all the queens
You don't have to have the means
A little bit of rhythm and you go right with them
Shut my big round rolling eyes
If you don't rocket to the skies
Hey boy
Say boy
That's a plenty for me!
You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn
Down where the blues was born
You'll be gone
The trumpets are trumpin gonna do me sumpin
Beat it out brother there's no other remedy
And that's a plenty, plenty,
Plenty for me!
Got a beat!
What a beat!
Listen, boy!
It's a treat!
What a treat!
Genetrate lots of heat
with a beat
going on down the street,
Basin street!
Say boy!
Beat it out!
keep it shout
The dixie land!
Let it out, Let it out
keep it shout!
Hey boy!
Say it boy!
That's a plenty for me!
Once you start you're gonna stay in it
Every night you're out cafe in it
Swing your queen
What I mean
Brother your as god as any human could be
And when you're in the mood there ain't no stoppin' it
Live it breathe it blow your top in it
That is jazz
What it has
That's a plenty for me!
That's a plenty
That's a plenty
That is jazz
What it has
That's a plenty for me!
