a 1918 popular song
words by Jeff Branen
music by Dick Heinrich
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Mister let me tell you this is no place to be
I just got to beat it you can take it from me
Slip on your tuxedo and grab up your hat
No use hanging ‘round this flat
Chorus
Let’s all go down to the hall
Down to that Ebony ball
That’s one place I always lose
Those doggone Indigo blues
Because I’m sure to meet my Honey
The gal that gets my money
Mister Jazz and his band
They sure do make you feel grand
My goodness how they can play
While with your baby you sway
They are Jazzin’ the Blues away
- Wait until you hear that moanin’ groanin’ trombone
Played by Alexander he can’t let it alone
Crashing of them symbols fills you with “pep”
Ev’ry body watch your step
Sung here by Fred Feild: