A spirited vocal performance of Alexander's Ragtime Band that riffs on the classic melody with improvised lyrics, whimsical place names, and invitations to join in. The singer paints a carnival-like scene of marching, dancing, trombones, and drums, celebrating the joy and energy of ragtime.
Oh my honey, oh my honey, there's a hurry and let's be under. Ain't you going, ain't you going? Leader, leader, leader, leader, leader, oh. Let me take you to Holly Flanders. Grassland, grassland. Ain't you coming along? Come on and hear. Come on in here, come on in here. Alexander's French Corner. Come on in here, come on in here. It's the best stand in the whole land. We can play a game of ball like you never heard before. So natural, natural underground water. That's just the best with French Corner. Come on in here, come on along, come on along. Let me take you by the hand. Come to the man, come to the man. And if you want a little money, river rocks, then ragtime, come on in here, come on in here, Alexander's Ragtime Band. Do you hear the beat all the way down the street? Do you hear the beat? It's the happy dancing beat. Come up there right now, take wing, and you'll see a big parade. Hey there, hear that, your feet. We need one marching around, marching around. Wonderful sound. I hear the band in town, the people in the dark and the light. What a glorious day on Monday. Hey, broom, give me some air. Dance with me, Sammy-O. Swing by, swing by. And they sing and call, getting back or slow, but oh man, who can hallelujah sing? And they sing through my brain and sing, touch my mouth as the song, the voice we borrow. Every voice on the hill, the town's full of world tonight. If you don't love, you'll join in the song. Hey Dad, not bad, not bad. You see, I hear that trombone like a yawn. That shiny trombone like a yawn. But it's playing mighty fine every morsel long. And I never get enough of that real song. Feel now like a yawn. It's only feel now like a yawn. I'm really getting
