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Clap Yo' Hands
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Thompson
Kay Thompson
Performer
Fred Astaire
Fred Astaire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Gershwin
George Gershwin
Composer
Ira Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ring-a them bells Ring-a them be-lls We is gwy-in Don't know where-a All we know is It's up they-a. Somehow we got to Climb that stay-a Ring-a them Ring-a them Be-lls. MAGGIE. Come all you chil'en and Gather around, Gather around you chil'en! And we will lose That evil spirit called Voodoo. Bud-ela baa-bee-bo-bee! UH! Nothing but trouble If he found you If he has found you chil'en! But you can chase That hoodoo With the dance that You do. Let us lead the way Jubilee today He'll never hound you Step on the ground You chil'en! Clap yo hands Slap yo thighs Hallelujah Hallelujah Everybody come along And join the Jubilee! Clap yo hands Slap yo thighs Don't you lose time Don't you lose time Come along And shake your shoes. Time now for You and me. On the sands of time You're only a pebble. But then the trouble Must be treated Just like a rebel: Send it to the devil! Clap yo hands Slap yo thighs Hallelujah Hallelujah Everybody come along And join the Jubilee! BOTH. So ring-a them bells Ring-a them bells out Ring-a them ring-a them Ring-a them ring-a them Be-lls! MAGGIE. Well, Mister Tallahassee, how we doin'? Di*k. Why, we is the two most friendly vibrations you ever seen. MAGGIE. Hey diddle-diddle The cat and the fiddle Di*k. The dish ran away with the spoon. Missus Tallahassee, do you know why a chicken crosses the road? MAGGIE. No, why does a chicken cross the road? Di*k. Why, to get to the second floor, woman. MAGGIE. Oh man, you is a genius. BOTH. Roses are red The violets are blue The dresses is got to be sewed, so Let's get this show on the road! MAGGIE. Clap yo hands Slap yo thighs Gimme that beat boy Beat boy beat boy. Gimme that gimme that Gimme that gimme that Crazy knocked out beat! You got to u-e-awa U-e-awa u-e-awa U-e-awa u-e-ar if You wanna get to the promised land You got to clap yo hands. Clap yo hands Slap yo thighs Gimme some heat man Heat man heat man. Gimme some gimme some Gimme some gimme some Dixie Land beat! When you hear that Dixie Land You got to clap yo hands. Clap yo hands Clap yo hands Hallelujah Hallelu— hallelu— Hallelujah Come along And join the Jubilee!
Writer(s): Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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