If You Don't Understand It, Don't Mess

At First It Was Just A Misdemeanor, But Then You Lost The "mis-de" And You Just Got Meaner And Meaner.

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

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

I Had A Chance To Play With The Best Musicians That Were Coming Through Because I Was Pretty Good Myself Or Else They Wouldn't Have Tolerated With Me.

Musicians In My Day Had Nicknames. My Name Was "satchel Mouth," Like A Doctor's Satchel. When I Went To England This Fellow Was Strictly English, And He Was Editor Of The Newspaper There. He Shook My Hand After I Got Off The Train And Said, "hello, Satchmo." So Right Away My Trombone Player Said, "mmm, The Man Thinks You Have Mo' Mouth Than Satchel Mouth." So I Was Stuck With It, And It Turned Out All Right.