So, there I am, dancing like I am second lining my way down Carrolton, while I'm actually driving down Century and a car pulls up next to me. His window was down and he yelled over "You must be from New Orleans Dawl' " I say, "Oh, can you hear the music? I didn't realize it was so loud" He replied, "No, but, I 'd like to! turn that stuff up beautiful!"
There we were, Jammin' at a red light, beaming. As the driver pulled away, I noticed his Louisiana license plates and a bumper sticker that says, "It don't mean a thing..."
Yeah baby! do wop do wop do wop
edit: the CD- The Majesty of Blues- and the song comes on just at the end of Stanley Crouch's spoken word: Premature Autopsies
OH, BUT ON THE THIRD DAY (HAPPY FEET BLUES)