At The Jazz Band Ball

Back when a nickle would bite

A jug jigger of respectable right

And the players in the hunky tokes

Would have to work on the slide

One, two, was known to a few

Some steady habituates too

So they went about spreading 'round the south

Very entre nous

You better dig that Jazz Band Ball

'Cause it's the ball of them all

Fou fight positions in the small saloon

Inventing the ragtime dew

They kinda made up their own brand

Without a note up on the stand

And they call it D-I-X-I-E hyphen L-A-N-D, land

Well, sir, you know it caught on

What's more it was strictly barn town

'Cause like a winter at the starting gate

Your music got it and gone

It move from over the tracks

Into the society shacks

It was wonderful

And deductable from the income tax

You better dig that Jazz Band Ball

'Cause it's the ball of them all

When the trumpet player takes 'em on the low

The people shout well-a who got dug

And if you ask how come that yell

They kinda grin and say well

When the band plays J-A-ZZ

It's a B-A-LL

When the band plays J-A-ZZ

It's a B-A-LL