That's a plenty's got a beat in it 
The rythm's got a lot of heat in it 
Now betcha five 
Ten to five 
It's gonna getcha doing what its doing to me 

The dixie [bad word] oozin out of it 
The dixie landers sure are proud of it 
They call it jazz 
What it has 
That's a plenty for me! 

Gonna head on down to New Orleans 
Bassin street and fine cuisine 
You don't have to have the means 
little bit of rhythm and your going right with them 

Shut my big round rolling eyes 
If you don't rocket to the skies 
Hey boy 
Say boy 
That's a plenty for me! 

You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn 
Down where the blues was born 
You'll be gone 
The [bad word] are [bad word] gonna do me sumpin gonna 
Be it out brother there's no other remedy 
And that's a plenty 
Plenty for me! 

Blow the horn 
Blow the horn 
Don't you hear that happy sound 
Beat the [bad word] 
Beat the [bad word] 
You can tell we're rythm bound 
Take my hand 
We're going to dixie land! 

[Repeat: x4] 
Wa wa wa wa 
Wa wa wa wa 
Wa wa wa wa 
Da ba dopdaba dot da da 

Once you start you're gonna stay in it 
Every night you're out cafe in it 
Swing your queen 
What I mean 
Brother your as god as any human could be 

And when you're in the mood there ain't no stoppin' it 
Live it breathe it blow your top in it 
That is jazz 
What it has 
That's a plenty for me! 

Thar's a plenty for me 
Jazz!