The Blues in Your Flat (Ver.2) - Benny Goodman Quartet

The blues in my flat

Benny Goodman

Mama, mama,

Why do you treat me so?

Mama, mama, mama,

Why do you treat me so?

When you treat me this way babe

You make me feel awful low

If my gal cried whisky

Instead of cryin' salt water tears

If my gal cried whisky

Instead of cryin' salt water tears

I would never be sober babe

For another twenty-five years

Twenty-five years yeah

Now give me back that wig I bought you

And let your head go cold

Give me back that wig I bought you

And let your head go cold

With this Benny Goodman swing babe

You don’t need no hair at all

Hair at all yeah