Ebony Rhapsody - Nat King Cole

There’s rhythm down in Martinique isle

That has any minuet beat a mile for

Low-down quality, and they call it

The ebony rhapsody

Instead of playing music like you do

They supply a little classical voodoo

They keep swingin' that thing

And singin' that ebony rhapsody

It’s got those licks, it’s got those tricks

That Mr Liszt would never recognise

It’s got that beat, that tropic heat

They shake until they make the old thermometer rise

Oh brother yes, they all have bandanas

They go to market singing happy hosannas

Swaying to that ebony rhapsody

There’s a rhythm down in Martinique isle

That has any minuet beat a mile, for

Low-down quality, and they call it

The ebony rhapsody

Instead of playing music like you do

They supply a little classical voodoo

They keep swingin' that thing

While singing that ebony rhapsody

It’s got those licks, it’s got those tricks

That Mr Liszt would never recognise

It’s got that beat, that tropic heat

They shake until they make the old thermometer rise

Brother yes, they all have bandanas

They go to market singing happy hosannas

Swaying to that ebony rhapsody

Twisting to the ebony rhapsody