Don't you start no crowin', lay your money down
I've got mine on Jazzbo, that mis'able 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, 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 plainest fool
On that Memphis boat
When he wraps his big fat lips
'Round that doggone horn
Helpin' out on sin and cheer
Lord, carryin' on
I could dance to Monaco
If that fool would only blow
Jazzbo brown, that clown, that hound
From Memphis Town
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town
He's a clown, that hound
When he blows and pats his feet
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
That sure does mark your card
And I'll give you all the odds
On Jazzbo Brown, that clown, that hound
From Memphis Town
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