Songtexte That's A-Plenty - Bing Crosby

That′s a plenty's got a beat in it
The rythm′s got a lot of heat in it
Now bet ya five, ten to five
It's gonna get ya doing what it's doing to me
Dixie land comes oozing out of it
The dixie landers 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 Bassin street with all the queens
You don′t have to have much means
A little bit of rhythm and you're going right with them
Shut my big brown rolling 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 was born
You'll be gone
The trumpets are trumpin′, and they got to do me something
Be it out, brother, there's no other remedy
And that's a plenty, plenty-plenty for me!
Now, once you start you′re gonna stay in it
Every night you′re gonna be out cafe'ing it
Swing your queen, what I mean
Brother, you′re as gone as any human could be
When you're in the mood, there ain′t no stoppin' it
You live it, breathe it, blow your top in it
That is jazz, whatever it has
That′s a plenty for me!