Wob-a-ly Walk

Written for: Paris (1928)
Lyric: Bud Green
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1928
Original publisher: Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc.

Verse 1:

There's a place I found
Where the jazz-bands pound,
It's the stampin' ground
Of the dancin' hound;
That's the place I learned to do the Wob-a-ly Walk.
Ev'ry evenin' late,
Members congregate,
And they demonstrate
Rhythms up-to-date;
When the red-hot leader makes that saxophone talk,
Ev'rybody learns to do the Wob-a-ly Walk:

Chorus:

Just get your ankles out on the loose,
Then let your tootsies shake like the deuce,
Oh, that's the Wob-a-ly Walk.
Wiggle your shoulders, wiggle your knees,
Scatter your fingers out with the breeze,
Oh, that's the Wob-a-ly Walk.
Like the wavy ocean
Get that motion
To and fro.
Slap down your left,
Slap down your right,
There you go!
(That's got 'em)
Shoulders and fingers, ankles and feet,
Just make it hotter as you repeat
Oh, that's the Wob-a-ly Walk.

Verse 2:

Not a single trace
Of a frowning face,
It's the meeting place
Of a happy race;
And you get the low down on the Wob-a-ly Walk.
While the trumpets roar
As they yell for more,
And the couples pour
On the dancing floor;
And the folks who sit around the tables and talk,
Only love to talk about the Wob-a-ly Walk:

[Chorus]