Gotta Be Jazz Lyric Sheets.pdf

SING
Sing, sing, sing, sing. Ev’rybody start to sing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re singing with a swing.
Sing, sing, sing, sing. Ev’rybody start to sing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re singing with a swing.
When the music goes around,
Ev’rybody goes to town
But here’s something you should know…
Ho ho baby, ho ho ho.
Sing, sing, sing, sing. Ev’rybody start to sing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re singing with a swing.
Swing, swing, swing, swing,
Ev’rybody start to swing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re swinging while you sing.
Swing, swing, swing, swing,
Ev’rybody start to swing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re swinging while you sing.
When the music goes around,
Ev’rybody goes to town
Just relax and take it slow…
Ho ho baby, ho ho ho.
Sing, sing, sing, sing. Ev’rybody start to sing.
Ladle-la, Whoa-ho-ho!
Now you’re singing with a swing.
SUNNY SIDE OF THE STREET
Dah dah dah da da dat ya dat da dat dat dat
Grap your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear a pitter pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade (walk in the shade)
With those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid. This rover crossed over
If I never had a cent I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street.
Da ba, doo ba, doo ba, doo ba, doo ba,
Da ba, da ba, da ba, da ba, da ba, da ba,
Da ba, da ba, da ba, doodah
Ba da ba, Dah dah dah, da ba dah dah,
Da ba, da ba, da ba¸ da ba, da ba, da ba, da
Da ba dat dat dat, da ba da ba dat da ba da ba
Doo ba doo ba doo ba doo ba doo ba doo dat
Yat da da ba doo dah___
Ba doo ba da ba da ba da ba doo dat
I used to walk in the shade (walk in the shade)
With those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid. This rover crossed over
If I never had a cent I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street.
On the sunny, On the sunny, On the sunny
Side of the street!
Sunny day!

ROUTE 66
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway that’s the best
Get your kicks on Route Sixty Six!
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route Sixty Six!
Now you go through Saint Louie,
Joplin, Missouri,
And Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You’ll see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff Arizona;
Don’t forget Winona,
Kingman,
Barstow,
San Bernadino.
Won’t you get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip.
Get your kicks on Route Sixty Six!
Get your kicks on Route Sixty Six!
Get your kicks on Route Sixty Six!
YEAH!
PART 1 = BLUE ITALICS
PART 2 – RED ITALICS
IT DON’T MEAN A THING
What good is melody, what good is music,
If it ain’t possessin’ something sweet?
It ain’t the melody, it ain’t the music,
There’s something else
That makes the tune complete.
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.
It don’t mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.
It makes no diff’rence if it’s sweet or hot,
Just give that rhythm ev’rything you got.
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.
Rhythm! Melody! Harmony! It’s music!
It makes no diff’rence if it’s sweet or hot,
Just give that rhythm ev’rything you got.
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah,
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah.

GOTTA BE JAZZ
Improvise, harmonize, stylize, that’s gotta be jazz!
Let’s create, communicate, swing or straight, that’s gotta be jazz!
From Satchmo to Duke Ellington, their toots were in the blues.
From Miles and Ella, to “Trane and Bird, they made their mark; they paid their dues.
From New Orleans to Chicago, from New York to West Coast cool,
Oh, it all began in America, where jazz broke all those old school rules.
Improvise, harmonize,
Ba dop bop, doo bee doo bop. Doo bee doo whee doo bop.
Stylize, that’s gotta be jazz!
Ba dop ba, jazz!
Let’s create, communicate,
Ba dop bop, doo bee doo bop. Doo bee doo whee doo bop.
Swing or straight, that’s gotta be jazz!
Ba dop ba, jazz!
That’s gotta be jazz! That’s gotta be jazz! That’s gotta be______ Doo bee doo whee doo
bop, jazz!
MY FAVORITE THINGS
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings,
There are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleighbells
And schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into springs,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
When I’m felling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel___ so bad________.

BASIN STREET BLUES
Won’tcha come along with me, to the Mississippi?
We’ll take the boat to the land of dreams,
Steam down the river down to New Orleans;
The band’s there to meet us, old friends there to greet us,
We’ll see the place where the folks all meet;
Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street.
Basin Street is the street, where the elite will always meet
In New Orleans land of dreams,
You’ll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means.
Glad to be; yes, sirree, where welcome’s free, dear to me,
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues.
Basin Street is where we’ll always meet. Ya gotta go there to meet the elite.
Down ‘n Orleans; that land of dreams. You know what I mean.
Glad to be; yes, sirree, where welcome’s free, dear to me,
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues.
My Basis Street blues.
BIRDLAND
Five thousand light years from Birdland, but I’m still preachin’ the rhythm.
Long uptight years from Birdland, an’ I’m still teachin’ it with ‘em.
Years from the land of the Bird and I am still feelin’ the spirit.
Five thousand light years from Birdland, but I know people can hear it.
Bird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it.
Well stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland.
Birdland, I’m singin’ Birdland.
Birdland, ol’ swingin’ Birdland.
Down them stairs, lose them cares. Where?
Down in Birdland. Total swing, bob was king there down in Birdland.
Bird would cook, Max would look. Where?
Down in Birdland. Miles came through, ‘Trane came too.
There down in Birdland. Basie blew, Blakey, too. Where_____?
Down in Birdland. Cannonball played that hall.
There___ down in Birdland. Where___?
Down in Birdland. No cares___ down in Birdland tonight!