At the Jazz Band Ball

Back when a nickle would bite
A jug jigger of respectable right
And the players in the hunky tokes
Would have to work on the slide
One, two, was known to a few
Some steady habituates too
So they went about spreading 'round the south
Very entre nous

You better dig that Jazz Band Ball
'Cause it's the ball of them all
Fou fight positions in the small saloon
Inventing the ragtime dew
They kinda made up their own brand
Without a note up on the stand
And they call it D-I-X-I-E hyphen L-A-N-D, land

Well, sir, you know it caught on
What's more it was strictly barn town
'Cause like a winter at the starting gate
Your music got it and gone
It move from over the tracks
Into the society shacks
It was wonderful
And deductable from the income tax

You better dig that Jazz Band Ball
'Cause it's the ball of them all
When the trumpet player takes 'em on the low
The people shout well-a who got dug
And if you ask how come that yell
They kinda grin and say well
When the band plays J-A-ZZ
It's a B-A-LL
When the band plays J-A-ZZ
It's a B-A-LL