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Down in Louisiana in that sunny clime,
They play a class of music that is super fine,
And it makes no difference if it's rain or shine,
You can hear that jazzin' music playin' all the time.
It sounds so peculiar 'cause it's really queer,
How its sweet vibrations seems to fill the air,
Then to you the whole world seems to be in rhyme;
You'll want nothin' else but jazzin', jazzin' all the time.
Every one that I ever came to spy, hear them loudly cry:
Oh, jazz me!
Come on, Professor, and jazz me!
Jazz me!
You know I like my dancing both day and night,
And if I don't get my jazzin', I don't feel right,
Now if it's ragtime, take a lick, play it in jazz time,
Jazz time!
Don't want it fast, don't want it slow;
Take your time, Professor, play it sweet and low!
I got those doggone, low-down jazz-me jazz-me blues!
Jazz me!
Come on, Professor, and jazz me!
Jazz me!
You know I like my dancing both day and night,
And if I don't get my jazzin', I don't feel right,
Now if it's ragtime, take a lick, play it in jazz time,
Jazz time!
Don't want it fast, don't want it slow;
Take your time, Professor, play it sweet and low!
I got those doggone, low-down jazz-me, jazz-me blues!
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