Some of these days you're gonna be so lonely, Some of these days you're gonna want me only, You'll miss my love and miss my kiss, You're gonna miss your little daddy when he goes away!
You'll be so lonely alone without me, You know, baby, why I went away; Oh, when I'm leaving, there's no doubt your heart'll be grieving; You're gonna miss your daddy, mama, some of these days.
You're nobody, nobody's sweetheart now, There's no place for you somehow, With all of your fancy clothes, silken gowns, You'll be out of place in the middle of your own hometown, When you walk down the avenue, All the folks just can't believe that it's you. With all those painted lips and painted eyes, Wearing a bird of paradise, It all seems wrong somehow, It seems so funny, You're nobody's sweetheart now!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you!
I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you.
I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you.
I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound!
I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound!
It was up at Mike's the other night, There was really quite a sight, Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown.
Tables were filled with gaudy frails, Chewing on their fingernails; They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
Drinks were served six bits a throw, Things were moving kind of slow, Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy.
All at once the room was still, Men forgot all about their bill, Who should enter but the man from Harlem.
Everybody rolled their eyes, Women starting heaving sighs, Someone hollered, "Music, lights and gin,"
Everybody cleared a space, They had big, broad smiles on every face, How they all loved to see the man from Harlem.
When he started in to step He filled everyone with plenty pep, He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame.
Everyone was in a daze, Women watched him with amaze, Each one said she'd have the man from Harlem.
He looked over in the corner, And saw a couple of frails and they sure did look kinda low. Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem, "Go over there and see what's the matter with them girls." And they said, "I'm kinda low." And he said, "I've got just what you need: Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything."
(The Zaz-Zuh-Zaz chorus has been simplified here from Cab's scatted version.)
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, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay!
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, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay!
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-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay!
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, For the zaz-suh-zaz will always see them through! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay!
It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe.
He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout:
Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?"
"If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!"
[Scat chorus]
"Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around!
Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky 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 hear old Smoky shout:
"Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?"
"If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!"
[Scat chorus]
"You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around!
Fellows, if you're arn I will spin a yarn That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones. Once he had the blues So he took a cruise Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones. He said, "Yo Ho, I've made a certain port And when you talk about real he-man sport":
Hot ginger and dynamite There's nothing but that at night Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. The way they can entertain Would hurry a hurricane Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky wacky Woo.
In Fujiama You get a mama Then your troubles increase. In some pagoda She orders soda Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece. They kissy and huggy nice Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price. Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo.
Now when the day is warm You can keep in form With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol. Every gentle man Has to use a fan And they only use suspenders in the fall. That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs. Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres.
They give you a carriage free The horse is a Japanee Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. They sit you upon the floor No wonder your pants get sore Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo.
With Sweet Kimoner I pulled a boner I kept it up at high speed. I got rhumatics And then psyatics Halatosisis, that's guarenteed. You just have to act your age Or wind up inside a cage Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo.
With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea You can rest all day by the hickory tree But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee, Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me.
Those pretty mamas In pink pyjamas They try to give you a kiss Those torid teases In B.V.D.ses Heaven help a sailor on a night like this! Not too gentle and not too rough But you've got to tell them when you've had enough Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo.
Hep-hep! De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki! Hep-hep! Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah, Hep-hep! Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive, Hep-hep! Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive; Hep-hep! Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive; Hep-hep! Beat it out on the mellow side.
Boy? Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Oh, boy! Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Palomar, shalomar, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive once more, Boy! Lay it right on down to the gator. Oh, boy! Lay it flat as a gator. Now, can't you hear those hepcats call, Yeah! Come on, boys, let's have a ball! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive, Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive, Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side; Hep-hep! Hep-hep! [Scating] Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive, The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive, I know you dug this mellow jive, Oh, you dig it on the mellow side.
Another Version ----------------------- Boy? Oh, boy! Panama, Shanama, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive some more;
Boy? Oh boy! The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive Makes you get your kicks on the mellow side. Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep!
The jim-jam-jump with the solid jive, Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep! hep! Hep! Hep!
Don't be that ickeroo, Get hep and follow through, And get your steady foo Make the joint jump like the gators do,
The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep!
The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you hep! hep! hep! on the mellow side!
