Royal Garden Blues - Louis Armstrong

No use of talkin', no use of talkin'

You'll start in dog walkin' no matter where

There's jazz-copation blues modulation

Just like a Haitian, you'll rip and tear

Most everybody likes the blues

Here's why I'm ravin', here's why I'm ravin'

If it's blues you are cravin' just come on down

You'll hear 'em playin', you'll hear 'em playin'

Soon you'll be sayin', "Hon', jazz me 'round"

Because your feet they can't refuse

What's that familiar strain that true blue note refrain

It's drivin' me insane

Can't keep still, tho' it's against my will

I'm on my P's and Q's I just can't refuse

There goes that melody, it sounds so good to me

And I am up a tree

It's a shame, you don't know the name

It's a brand new blues

The Royal Garden blues

Everybody grab somebody

And start jazzing 'round

Hon, don't you hear that trombone moan?

Just listen to that saxophone

Gee, hear that clarinet and flute

Cornet jazzin' with a mute

Makes me just throw myself away

When I hear 'em play

That weepin' melancholy strain

Say, but it's soothing to the brain

Just wanna get right up and dance

Don't care, I'll take most any chance

No other blues I'd care to choose

But Royal Garden blues