Wacky Dust Lyrics

Wacky Dust - Chick Webb And His Orchestra/Ella Fitzgerald

Written by:Oscar Levant/Stanley Adams

They call it wacky dust

 

It's from a hot cornet

 

It gives your feet a feeling so breezy

And oh it's so easy to get

 

They call it wacky dust

 

It brings a dancing jag

 

And once it starts then only a

Sap'll refuse to big apple or shag

 

Oh I don't know just why

It gets you so high

 

Putting a buzz in you heart

 

You'll do a marathon

You'll wanna go on

 

Kickin' the ceilin' apart

They call it wacky dust

 

It's something you can't trust

 

And in the end the rhythm will stop

When it does then you'll drop

 

 

From happy wacky dust