Who's the man you've all been
sitting there anticipating?
Who's the man with his instrument,
ready, willing and waiting?
Who's the man for whom your
breath has been eagerly baiting?
If I hadn't already confessed it,
you'd no doubt already have guessed it!
Won't you play that melody?
When you start your playin'
She's right there with her
Play the razz -a -ma -tazz
When you started strummin' it
When you start to syncopate
Some birds seem to orchestrate
The swan he stops, it's blowin',
heartstrings full of joy?
In the southern sunny skies
Feet will start their fidgets
That the old folks love to sing
Can't you hear the people cry?
Wanna see those fingers fly?
Can't you hear those children roar?
Dixie shouting out for more?
Hear those steamboats roaring?
Who's that one big head hunk of joy?
The golden kid that passion
Whose name they shout from