Cab Calloway - Two Blocks Down, Turn to the Left Lyrics

Ah, say daddy-o
Do you know where a cat can have
A ball and put on a fine?

Aw Jack, you wanna knock yourself out a
Real fine pad? Now let me see, I really do
Know something for ya, are you straight?

Oh, I'm cool, real cool

Oh you're cool, huh? Well
If you're real cool
Listen to me and I'll tell
You just what to do

If you've a hankering to have a ball
And you can't find your way down to the hall
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street

You hear piano played by Bessie Greene
Eat country spare ribs from
The chef's cuisine
Two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street

They're not responsible for
Personal happiness
Unless you join the spirit of the night
The wine ain't rare, the folks ain't square
You'll be glowing like a neon light

My regards to Mr henry-Lee
He is the owner of the place, you see
So get along and don't be nervous
Henry will give you special service
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street

They're not responsible for
Personal happiness
Unless you join in the spirit of the night
The wine ain't rare, the folks ain't square
You'll be glowing like a neon light

Give my regards to Mr henry-Lee
He is the owner of the place, you see
So get along and don't be nervous
Henry will give you special service
Just two blocks down, turn to the left
On the right hand side of the street

Say old man
Did you knock yourself out down at that band?

It was real glowin'

Aw Jack, did you dig that good fried chicken
That that chef had down there?

Gr-eat, gr-eat

Well, now listen
Don't forget i'm gonna tell you where it is
It's on the the left hand side of the street