Don't you start no crowin' Lay your money down I've got mine on Jazzbo That Memphis clown, that hound! He ain't got no equal No way in this land So let me tell you people 'Bout this Memphis man Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town He's a clown, that hound! He can't dance and he can't sing But lawdy how he can play that thing! He ain't seen no music school He can't read a note But he's the playin-est fool On that Memphis boat! When he wraps his sweet ole lips Round that doggone horn Captain's out on seas and ships Lord, they're carryin' on! I could dance a month or so If that fool would only blow! Jazzbro Brown, that clown, that hound From Memphis Town Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town He's a clown, that hound! When he blows and taps his feet He makes a butcher leave his meat! He don't play no classic stuff Like them Hoffman Tales What he plays is good enough For the Prince of Wales! He can moan an' he can groan I ain't foolin' you! There ain't nothin' on that horn That old Jazz can't do! Set your dice, mark your card Then I'll give you all the odds On Jazzbo Brown, that clown, that hound From Memphis Town