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The Man From Harlem - Cab Calloway

"It was up at Mike's the other night, There was really quite a sight, Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown. Tables were filled with bloody frails, Chewing on their fingernails; They were"

The Scat Song - Cab Calloway

"When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay, Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And skeep-beep de bop-bop"

The Wedding Of Mr. And Mrs. Swing - Cab Calloway

"Everybody's excited! Everybody's invited! Come along, and swing that thing, It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing! Hear the clarinets tootin'! Everybody's salutin'! Come and meet the queen and"

Trickeration - Cab Calloway

"Just follow me, And you will see, What folks in Harlem Call Trickeration. Don't mean a thing, This crazy swing, Latest thing in Harlem, Trickeration! Rhythm, look what you went and done, Rhythm,"

When You're Smiling - Cab Calloway

"When you're smiling, keep on smiling, The whole wide world will smile with you; And when you're laughing (ha, ha, ha, ha!), keep on laughing (ha, ha), You'll find the sun will come shining through!"

Yaller - Cab Calloway

"A Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand, They say to this man, "You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller." A Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot, You know what"

You Can't Stop Me From Loving You - Cab Calloway

"You can throw bricks at my window, You can put tacks in my shoe, Sprinkle ground glass on my applesause, But you can't stop me from loving you. You can put rocks in my pillow, You can put sand in"

You Dog (Aw, You Dog) - Cab Calloway

"Aw, you dog, you dirty dog, You better stop your sniffing around like that; I know just what you're driving at! Aw, you dog, you salty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog!"

You're The Cure For What Ails Me - Cab Calloway

"I was once a delicate child, Watched the other kids run wild, While they played with guns and ropes, My only toys were stethoscopes; I was a chronic, "Now how've you been?" Then like a tonic, you"

A Chicken Aint Nothin But A Bird - Cab Calloway

"Chicken! Nice fried chicken! Barbecued chicken! Won't you send it down the line. Say! Everyone's talking 'bout chicken; Chicken's a popular bird; Anywhere you go, you're bound to find, A chicken"

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