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