I Love to Singa Songtext
von Al Jolson

Ah!—Oh! ain′t it grand
To live and breathe and let your chest expand.

{Good morning Cab!
Good Morning Al!}

Ah!—The skies are blue,
The world's a song, When life is notes to you,
I′ve got eternal youth because
I've got my heart where it belongs,
Don't care who makes the nation′s laws,
Long as I can sing its songs;

I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a.
I love to sing-a
′Bout the sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing.


Give me a song-a,
About the son-a-gun, who went and done her wrong-a,
But keep it clean-a;
With a cottage small-a by the waterfall-a,
Any sob-a that'll throb-a to a bluebird′s call-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing.

I was born a singin' fool-a,
La-de-da, {Major Bowes*} is gonna spot me,
Got thru Yale, with Boola Boola,
La-de-da, Ole microphone′s got me!

I love to sing-a
I love to wake up with the South-a in my mouth-a,
And wave the flag-a,
With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy,
I love to sing!

{Cab Calloway and Al Jolson sings the following together}

I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a.
I love to sing-a
'Bout the sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing.


Give me a song-a,
About the son-a-gun, who went and done her wrong-a,
But keep it clean-a;
With a cottage small-a by the waterfall-a,
Any sob-a that′ll throb-a to a bluebird's call-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing.

I was born a singin' fool-a,
La-de-da, {Major Bowes* is gonna spot me,
Got thru Yale, with Boola Boola,
La-de-da, Ole microphone′s got me!

I love to sing-a
I love to wake up with the South-a in my mouth-a,
And wave the flag-a,
With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy,
I love to sing!