| The Philamumdelphia Blues
(12-bars) by Joan Cartwright
Dad's from the Bahamas, a hot and breezy isle He took me on a boat trip, when I was just a child He prefers the classics with lots and lots of jazz He's just a simply guy, who doesn't dig pizzazz But Mom's a finger-popper, a Philamumdelphia gal
Now, Philly cats are swingin', they really love the Blues And everyone is prancin' in their dancin' shoes On Broad Street and Sansom is where I first heard this song Cause, when you sing the Blues, everyone can sing along
Philly Joe Jones was the baddest drummer around He once told me, "You really bring the whole house down!" That's 'cause I heard it, The Philamumdelphia Sound You might like hoagies, cheese steak and beer But I need the Blues to make me feel it in here My heart's like a big band, groanin' and moanin' all night Long as I got the Blues, everything'll be all right, oh yeah
They had Bootsy Barnes and Gerald Price And Bully Muldoon made the rhythm nice On the bass, Benny Nelson strummed While Trudy Pitts' organ made all of us hum They had the truth and told it all In Philly, you can really have a swingin' ball
From sun up to sunset, from June to June You can be a finger-popper in your dancin' shoes Believe me, when I tell you it'll make you move So, get up on the wagon, when you get the groove You can't deny it, the Philamumdelphia Blues, oh yeah Why don't you try it, the Philamumdelphia Blues Oh yeah, oh yeah Um ummm hummmm!
The Philamumdelphia Blues ©2008 Joan Cartwright |