In an Alabama cabaret
Where the Jazz musicians get no pay
You might ask me how
They make money now
Why there’s only one way
There’s a high brown yaller leader man
He’s a kind of music bus’ness man
If you should by chance ask him “Play a dance”
Then to you he would say.
Slip the boys another dime
If you want to have a time
Aint it kind a strange
Just a little change
Make the boys feel mighty fine
Lots of jingle in your hand
Puts the ginger in the band
Get your Lady Pep,
Do the money step
Dancing to the Sugar Tune.
Talk about the meanest kind of blues
Puts a lot of pepper in your shoes
Oh that minor key
There’s no finer key
Not a dance you’ll refuse
There is no admission at the door
Do not throw your money on the floor
There’s a sugar box, has no keys or locks
If you want an encore.
Gilbert, Louis Wolfe, "Dancing to the Sugar Tune" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 250.
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