That's-A-Plenty's gotta beat in it,
The rhythms got a lot of heart in it,
Betcha five, ten to five,
It's gonna getcha doin' what it's doin' to me.
The Dixieland comes oozin' out of it,
The Dixielanders sure are proud of it,
They call it jazz, what it has,
That's-A-Plenty for me.

Takes you down to New Orleans,
Down Basin Street with all the queens,
You don't have to have the means,
A little bit of rhythm and you're goin' right with 'em.
Shut my big brown rollin' eyes,
If you don't rocket to the skies,
Hey boy! Say Boy!
That's-A-Plenty for me.

You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn,
Down where the blues were born, you'll be gone.
The trumpets are trumpin' go do me sumpin',
Beat it out brother, there's no other remedy,
And That's-A-Plenty, Plenty, Plenty for me.

Once you start you're gonna stay on it,
Ev'ry night you're out cafein' it,
Swing your queen, what I mean,
Brother, you're as gone as any human can be,
And when you're in the mood there ain't no stoppin' it,
Live it, breath it, blow your top in it,
That is jazz, what it has,
That's-A-Plenty for me.

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