Lyrics:

Don't you start no crowin'
Lay your money down
I've got mine on Jazzbo
That Memphis clown, that hound!
He ain't got no equal
No way in this land
So let me tell you people
'Bout this Memphis man
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town
He's a clown, that hound!
He can't dance and he can't sing
But lawdy how he can play that thing!
He ain't seen no music school
He can't read a note
But he's the playin-est fool
On that Memphis boat!
When he wraps his sweet ole lips
Round that doggone horn
Captain's out on seas and ships
Lord, they're carryin' on!
I could dance a month or so
If that fool would only blow!
Jazzbro Brown, that clown, that hound
From Memphis Town
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town
He's a clown, that hound!
When he blows and taps his feet
He makes a butcher leave his meat!
He don't play no classic stuff
Like them Hoffman Tales
What he plays is good enough
For the Prince of Wales!
He can moan an' he can groan
I ain't foolin' you!
There ain't nothin' on that horn
That old Jazz can't do!
Set your dice, mark your card
Then I'll give you all the odds
On Jazzbo Brown, that clown, that hound
From Memphis Town
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