All God's Chillun' Got Rhythm Songtext
von Judy Garland
All God's Chillun' Got Rhythm Songtext
I got a frown, you got a frown
All God′s chillun got a frown on their face
Take no chance with that frown
A song and a dance, turn it upside down
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, zazoo, zazoo
All God's chillun got rhythm, all God′s chillun got swing
Maybe haven't got money, maybe haven't got shoes
All God′s chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues
All God′s chillun got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing
When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh
The old troubles bound to go ′way, say
All God's chillun got swing
All God′s children got rhythm
Da-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do-da-do, da-da, da-da-day...
Doh-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do, da-do, da-do-day
Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven′t got shoes
All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push
For to push away their blues
All God's chilldren got trouble, troubles do-on′t mean a thing
When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh
The old troubles bound to go ′way, say
All God's chillun got swing
Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let ′em go, hah-hah, go
Swing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-hoh, yes
Ain't got money, ain′t got shoes
All God's chillun got rhythm
For to push away their dog-gone weary blues
Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Swing it up to the sky, don′t ask how, don't ask why
Brother, go-go-oh-hoh, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay... the-em
Them dog-gone, shoo ′em now
Swing - swing - swing...
All God′s chillun got a frown on their face
Take no chance with that frown
A song and a dance, turn it upside down
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, zazoo, zazoo
All God's chillun got rhythm, all God′s chillun got swing
Maybe haven't got money, maybe haven't got shoes
All God′s chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues
All God′s chillun got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing
When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh
The old troubles bound to go ′way, say
All God's chillun got swing
All God′s children got rhythm
Da-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do-da-do, da-da, da-da-day...
Doh-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do, da-do, da-do-day
Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven′t got shoes
All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push
For to push away their blues
All God's chilldren got trouble, troubles do-on′t mean a thing
When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh
The old troubles bound to go ′way, say
All God's chillun got swing
Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let ′em go, hah-hah, go
Swing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-hoh, yes
Ain't got money, ain′t got shoes
All God's chillun got rhythm
For to push away their dog-gone weary blues
Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Swing it up to the sky, don′t ask how, don't ask why
Brother, go-go-oh-hoh, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay... the-em
Them dog-gone, shoo ′em now
Swing - swing - swing...
Writer(s): Gus Kahn, Bronislaw Kaper, Walter Jurmann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com