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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

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