You Will Never Know What The Meaning

We All Do 'do, Re, Mi,' But You Have Got To Find The Other Notes Yourself.

A Lot Of The Musicians Asked Me If When I Hit My High-cs On The Records I Had A Clarinet Take The Notes. Some [thought] I Had Invented Some Kind Of Gadget So I Could Play High Register. They Weren't Satisfied Until They Handed Me A Trumpet That They Had With Them And Had Me Swing It. Then They Cheered.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

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

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