That's a plenty's got a beat in it The rythm's got a lot of heat in it Now betcha five Ten to five It's gonna getcha doing what its doing to me
The dixie land comes oozin out of it The dixie landers sure are proud of it They call it jazz What it has That's a plenty for me! It takes you down to New Orleans Down Basin street swing all the queens You don't have to have the means A little bit of rhythm and you go right with them Shut my big round rolling eyes If you don't rocket to the skies Hey boy Say boy That's a plenty for me! You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn Down where the blues was born You'll be gone The trumpets are trumpin gonna do me sumpin Beat it out brother there's no other remedy And that's a plenty, plenty, Plenty for me! Got a beat! What a beat! Listen, boy! It's a treat! What a treat! Genetrate lots of heat with a beat going on down the street, Basin street! Say boy! Beat it out! keep it shout The dixie land! Let it out, Let it out keep it shout! Hey boy! Say it boy! That's a plenty for me! Once you start you're gonna stay in it Every night you're out cafe in it Swing your queen What I mean Brother your as god as any human could be
And when you're in the mood there ain't no stoppin' it Live it breathe it blow your top in it That is jazz What it has That's a plenty for me! That's a plenty That's a plenty That is jazz What it has That's a plenty for me!