Barrelhouse Bessie From Basin Street

They call her Barrelhouse Bessie from Basin Street
She used to yodel cadenzas for the social elite
And then she happened to meet
The kid with the drum and the Dixieland beat

He was barrelhouse baron from Macon, GA
His name was Muggles McGregor and he wore a toupee
He taught poor Bessie to care
But she couldn't swing, so he gave the air

He left poor Bessie with a union card and seven years of unpaid dues
That's when she gave up her cadenzas and began to sing the Basin Street Blues

But don't feel sorry for Bessie, she's now on the screen
Her daddy's collar is ivory, and she's rollin' in green
Poor Bess, the world's at her feet
Barrelhouse Bessie from Basin Street
She's doin' alreet

They call her Barrelhouse Bessie from Basin Street
I'm the gal who met the drummer with the Dixieland beat

That's the drummer with the Dixieland beat

He left poor Bessie and never paid his dues (well, how 'bout him)
That's when she gave up tryin' to sing them blues, blues, blues

But don't feel sorry for Bessie, she's now on the screen
Her daddy's collar is ivory, and she's rollin' in green
Poor Bess, the world's at her feet
She's the Barrelhouse Bessie from Basin Street (hey, boy)
She's doin' alreet