Cleo Brown - When hollywood goes black & tan lyrics

Creole babies from Manhattan Will be leaving Harlem if htey can Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! When Hollywood goes black and tan! Louis Armstrong with his trumpet Will be heading westward with his band Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! When Hollywood goes black and tan! Harlem crooners with a swing will be singing at the studio Makes no difference if you can't sing, just say, "he-de-he-de-hi-de-ho!" When they start to swing that rhythm I'll be heading for that promised land Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! You won't find them wing and bucking Everybody will be truckin' It's gonna be grand When Hollywood goes black and tan! The mayor of Harlem says he'll be there To give those boys a helping hand Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! When Hollywood goes black and tan! Old Bob Howard made a promise To latch on to that baby grand Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! When Hollywood goes black and tan! Steppin Fetchit's gonna sing and dance like Fred Astaire Nina May don't have to sing 'cause she can be petit like Ina Claire Water's gonna do a fan dance And shake the feathers off her fan Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! Yeah, man! Oh, yeah, man! Here's good news and it's the newest Braddock's going to meet Joe Louis It's gonna be grand When Hollywood goes black and tan!