Royal Garden Blues

No use to talkin’
No use to talkin’
You’ll start dog-walkin’ no matter where
The jazz-copation
The blue 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’
The blues you’re 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 my feet they can’t refuse

What’s that familiar strain?
That true blue note refrain?
It’s drivin’ me insane
Can’t keep still, tho’ 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, nobody knows the name
It’s a brand new blues
Royal Garden Blues

Everybody grab somebody
Start jazzing around
Hon don’t you hear the trombone moan?
Just listen to the saxophone
Gee, hear the clarinet and flute
Cornet jazzin’ with a mute
Makes me just throw myself away
When I hear them 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