Lyrics:

Back when a nickel would buy
A jug jigger of respectable rye
Yeah, the players in the honky tonks
Would have to work on a slide
One, two, was known to a few
Some steady habitues too
So the word of mouth spread around the south
Very entrez-nous

You better dig that jazz band ball
'Cause it's the ball of them all
All five positions in the small saloon
Inventin' the rag time tune
Because they made up their own brand
Without a note up on the stand
And they called it D.I.X.I.E
Hot pan alley candy land

Well sir you know it caught on
What's more it was strictly bontom

Cause like the winner at the starting gate
The music got it and gone
It moved from over the tracks
Into the society shacks
It was wonderful
And deductible, from the income tax

You better dig that jazz band ball
'Cause it's the ball of them all
When the trumpet player takes a monologue
The people shout 'well ooh that dog'
And if you ask how come that yell
They kinda grin then say well
When the band plays J.A. double zee
It's a B.A. double L
When the band plays J.A. double zee
It's a B.A. double L