#1930smusic

[mishflora]

"I used to put my heart and soul in my dancing, To keep the wolf from my door, But now I'm a lady, Don't have to dance anymore.

I played with handsome men and asked them no questions, I met the best and the worst, But now I'm a lady, I see their pedigrees first.

Let me say there is many a boyfriend, That knew me when, But today there's a guise in the army, Of my forgotten men.

I used to play around without any conscience, I just broke hearts left and right, But now I'm a lady, I plan to be more polite.

Hi-de-ho, baby I'm going places, I've made my plans, hi-de-ho, Love is dealing the aces, I've got my man.

By step by step I hit the top of the ladder, It was a dangerous climb, But now I'm a lady, Come up and see me sometime!"

[mishflora]

“Now here's a very, entrancing phrase, It will put you in a daze. To me it don't mean a thing, But it's got a very peculiar swing.

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..

Now, 'zaz, zuh, zaz' was handed down, From a bloke down in Chinatown. It seems his name was Smoky Joe, And he used to hi, de, hi, de, ho.

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..

When Smoky Joe came into town, And he kicked the gong around, Any place that he would go, Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go.

With her zaz, zuh, zay And her zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz....

It makes no difference where you go, There's one thing that they sure do know. There's no need for them to be blue, 'Cause zaz, suh, zaz will always see them through

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..“

[mishflora]

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary, To see my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, She's so sweet, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She will search this wide world over, But she'll never find another sweet man like me. Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. Folks, now that you have heard my story, Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze; If anyone should ask you, Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.”

[mishflora]

"It was down in Chinatown, All the cokeys laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low. Countin' millions on the floor, When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smokey Joe.

He was sweatin', cold, and pale, He was lookin’ for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out. As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you'd hear old cokey shout:

'Tell me where is Minnie? (Where is Minnie?) I want Minnie! (You want Minnie) Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?

If you don't know Minnie (You don't know Minnie) She's tall and she's skinny (She's tall and she's skinny) She gets her pleasure, Kicking the gong around.

Just tell her Smokey Joe Was here and had to go..'

And as he departed, (As he departed) The curtains parted, (The curtains parted) And there was Minnie, Kicking the gong around.

'Just tell her Smokey Joe Was here and had to go..'

And as he departed, (As he departed) The curtains parted, (The curtains parted) And there was Minnie, Kicking the gong around."

[mishflora]

“Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; She was a red hot hoochie-coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was cokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around.

She had a dream about the king of Sweden; He gave her things, that she was needin'. He gave her a home built of gold and steel, a diamond car, with the platinum wheels.

He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars worth in nickels and dimes; She sat around and counted them all, a million times.

Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min”

[cladriteradio]

It's that time of year again: Cladrite Radio’s annual Halloween Marathon, when our toe-tapping tunes of the 1920s, '30s and '40s turn just a little bit terrifying, is underway! The spooky fun ends at midnight ET on Tuesday, so don't miss out—tune in now!

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