Royal Garden Blues - Bix Beiderbecke, Frankie Trumbauer

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 though;

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