Blow, Red; Blow - Louis Prima

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep

And Just direct your feet

To the sunny side of the street

I can hear the pitter-pat, a happy tune

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade

But I’m not afraid

This Rover crossed over

I ain’t got a cent

I’d be rich as Rockefeller

Gold dust at my feet

On the sunny side of the street

Grab your street

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep

And Just direct your feet

To the sunny side of the street

I can hear the pitter-pat, a happy tune

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade

And the monkey wrapped it’s tail around the flag pole

The flag pole, the nut poile, south pole, water hole

Exactly Like You

I know why I were, I know why I’ve been blue

I was waiting for someone baby, exactly like you

Why should we spend money on

No one does it like you, exactly like you

And you make me feel so grand

I like to hand away to you

You seem to understand

Every foolish dream that I’m dreamin'

I know why my mother taught me to be true

She made me exactly like you

I know why my mother

I know why my mother, mother, mother