How About That Mess

(How 'bout that mess?)
I took a trip through Harlem's byways
To dig my old pal Smokey Joe
But Smokey's gone to other highways
He's off that jive (how 'bout that mess?)
I ankled in a stay-up-late spot
Where all the hep-cats used to go

But now it's just a second-rate spot
They're off that jive (how 'bout that mess?)
I even went to Tony's House of Swing
And then to Johnny's Pick a Bone
But everywhere it was the same old thing
All the jive is gone

I beat the streets 'til way past seven
So listen gate and take it slow
There's something wrong with Harlem's Heaven
There ain't no jive (how 'bout that mess?)

(How 'bout that mess?)

I beat the streets 'til way past seven
So listen gate and take it slow
There's something wrong with Harlem's Heaven
There ain't no jive (how 'bout that mess?)
(How 'bout that mess?)