wacky dust
Wacky Dust - Ella Fitzgerald
They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet
It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And oh, it's so easy to get
They call it wacky dust
It brings a dancing jag
And once it starts, then only a
Sap'll refuse to Big Apple or Shag
Oh I don't know just why it gets you so high
Putting a buzz in you heart
You'll do a marathon you'll wanna go on
Kickin' the ceilin ' apart
They call it wacky dust
It's something you can't trust
And in the end the rhythm will stop
When it does, then you' ll drop
From happy wacky dust