Let Me Off Uptown

By Thomas Macauley on

If its pleasure you’re about
And you feel like stepping out
All you’ve got to shout is
“Let me off uptown!”

If it’s rhythm that you feel
Then it’s nothing to conceal
All you’ve got to spiel is
“Let me off uptown!”

They got rib joints…
Juke joints…
Hep joints…
Where could a fellow go to top it?

If you want to bridge a ball
But you can’t afford a hall
All you’ve got to call is
“Let me off uptown!”

Anita O’Day and Roy on trumpet


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