All God's Chillun Got Rhythm

I got a frown, you got a frown

All God's chillun got a frown on their face

Take no chance with that frown

A song and a dance, turn it upside down

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, zazoo, zazoo

All God's chillun got rhythm, all God's chillun got swing

Maybe haven't got money, maybe haven't got shoes

All God's chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues

All God's chillun got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing

When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh

The old troubles bound to go 'way, say

All God's chillun got swing

All God's children got rhythm

Da-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do-da-do, da-da, da-da-day...

Doh-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do, da-do, da-do-day

Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven't got shoes

All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push

For to push away their blues

All God's chilldren got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing

When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh

The old troubles bound to go 'way, say

All God's chillun got swing

Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let 'em go, hah-hah, go

Swing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-hoh, yes

Ain't got money, ain't got shoes

All God's chillun got rhythm

For to push away their dog-gone weary blues

Three cheers for the red, white and blue

Swing it up to the sky, don't ask how, don't ask why

Brother, go-go-oh-hoh, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay... the-em

Them dog-gone, shoo 'em now

Swing - swing - swing...