Twelfth Street Rag [On the 5.45] lyrics

Down in Kansas City someone wrote a pretty ditty

A melody for all the world to know

Full of clingy, swingy, singy harmony that clung to me

From the start it never let me go

Soothing to the weary ear, a remedy for ev’ry tear

Quick to put some ginger in your feet

Some treat, sweet heat

That’s the tune that they call “12th Street"

Joy to each romancer and delight to ev’ry dancer

And lucky to the leader of a band

In the ballroom or a show and over any radio

Bet your boots that it'll get a hand

You can brag, it’s in the bag

When they play that "12th Street Rag"

Oh! "12th Street Rag," have pity

Won’t you let me be?

Go back to Kansas City

And stop trailing me

You barge in at the moment

When I’ve work to do

I can’t shake you

You won’t leave and I can’t make you

Ole music man who wrote you

Knew no sympathy

I hope you get his goat, too

Like you worry me

I’m swing bent, my brain is 'sent' on a jag

When I hear that "12th Street Rag"

You can brag, it’s in the bag

When they play that "12th Street Rag"

When they play that "12th Street Rag"