John Willie's Jazz Band Songtext
von George Formby

You′ve heard of Yankee jazz bands and the dog fights they all play
But there's a Lanky jazz band that can lick them any day
John Willie′s ragtime jazz band it's the bestest band what am
And the music 'pon my Sam is as sweet as Tickler′s jam
There′s ragtime cowheel Joe and me and a lot more lads from Tennessee
'Though we′re not darkies, say, we're getting on that way


Baby dear, baby dear, come on along and hear John Willie′s Jazz Band
It's the best band in the land, it′s a full band when we're canned
We have a trombone,
We have a ham-bone and when we play all round the houses
Our rags, some rags, well you ought to see the drummer's trousers

Baby dear, baby dear, never mind the beer, come and look at these lads
From the tripe plantations down in Wigan land - tally ho - ship ahoy
And when a cook shop we are playing
Near, we turn black puddings white with fear
Baby dear, Baby dear, come on a long and hear John Willie′s Jazz Band

Baby dear, Baby dear, come on along and hear John Willie′s Jazz Band