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Fats Waller - The Joint is Jumpin'
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Fats Waller
Fats Waller
Piano
Herman Autrey
Herman Autrey
Trompette
Gene Sedric
Gene Sedric
Clarinette
Al Casey
Al Casey
Guitare
Charles "Fat Man" Turner
Charles "Fat Man" Turner
Basse
Slick Jones
Slick Jones
Batterie
Dorothea Driver
Dorothea Driver
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Fats Waller
Fats Waller
Composition
Andy Razaf
Andy Razaf
Paroles/Composition
J.C. Johnson
J.C. Johnson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Barry Feldman
Barry Feldman
Production de réédition

Paroles

They have a new expression along old Harlem way That tells you when a party is ten times more than gay To say that things are jumpin' leaves not a single doubt That everthing is in full swing when you hear someone shout Here 'tis The joint is jumpin' It's really jumpin' Come in, cats, and check your hats I mean this joint is jumpin' The piano's thumpin', The dancers are bumpin', This here spot is more than hot In fact, the joint is jumpin' Check your weapons at the door Be sure to pay your quarter Burn your leather on the floor Grab anybody's daughter The roof is rockin' The neighbors knockin' We're all bums when the wagon comes I mean, this joint is jumpin' Let it be! Yas! Burn this joint, boy, yas! Oh, my, yas! Don't you hit that chick, that's my broad Where'd you get that stuff at? Why, I'll knock you to your knees, what? Put this cat out of here, what? Get rid of that pistol, get rid of that pistol Yeah, get rid of it, yas, yeah That's what I'm talkin' about, ha, ha Now it's really ready No, baby, not now, I can't come over there right now Yeah, let's do it! The joint is jumpin' It's really jumpin' Every Mose is on his toes I mean this joint is jumpin' Uh, oh, no time for talkin' This place is walkin', yes Get your jug and cut the rug I think the joint is jumpin' Listen Get your pig feet, bread and gin There's plenty in the kitchen Who is that that just came in? Just look at the way he's switchin' Aw, mercy, don't mind the hour I'm in power, I've got bail if we go to jail I mean this joint is jumpin' Don't give your right name, no, no, no, no
Writer(s): J Johnson, Andy Razaf, Thomas Fats Waller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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