TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF JAZZ
(Edgar Leslie / Bert Kalmar,   1919)


It was down in Tennessee 
That the Jazzy melody,
Originated then waited for popularity; 
Now in every cabaret, 
It's the only thing they play, 
I love to hear it, must be near it; 
That's why I say:

There is music in each breeze 
Even tombones grow on trees, 
You hear 'em moaning and groaning their tuneful harmonies; 
Every cotton planter's son, 
When he meets his lovin' "hon," 
Is simply pestered and requested; 
To join the fun.

"Take me to the Land of Jazz, 
Let me hear the kind of blues that Memphis has; 
I want to step, 
To a tune that's full of ginger and pep; 
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, 
Learn to Razmataz, 
Let me give you a warning, 
We won't get home until morning; 
'Cause everybody's full of Jazzbo; 
In the lovin' Land of Jazz."