No use of talkin' no use of talkin'
You'll start in dog-walkin' no matter where
There's jazz-copation blues modulation
Just like a Haitian you'll rip and tear
Most everybody likes the blues
Here's why I'm ravin', here's why I'm ravin'
If it's blues you are cravin' just come on down
You'll hear 'em playin', you'll hear 'em playin'
Soon you'll be sayin', "Hon jazz me 'round"
Because your feet they can't refuse
What's that familiar strain that true blue note refrain
It's drivin' me insane
Can't keep still, tho' it's against my will;
I'm on my P's and Q's I just can't refuse
There goes that melody, it sounds so good to me
And I am up a tree
It's a shame, you don't know the name;
It's a brand new blues
The Royal Garden Blues
Everybody grab somebody And start jazzing 'round
Hon don't you hear that trombone moan?
Just listen to that saxophone
Gee, hear that 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 soothing to the brain;
Just wanna get right up and dance
Don't care I'll take most any chance;
No other blues I'd care to choose
But Royal Garden Blues