If It Hadn't Been For Jazz, There

White Folks Still In The Lead.

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

The Best I Can Do Is Stay Happy.

It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored Man Hasn't Got Any Country.

Don't Do Nothing Halfway, Else You Find Yourself Dropping More Than Can Be Picked Up.