That Gypsy Rag 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 4 Apr 2009
2009

Years ago the gypsy tunes.
Were about the stars and moons.
Now they sing tunes of the day.
Those rag songs that make you sway.
Listen, man, I think I hear it...

Play me that gypsy rag,
It's got my shoulders swaying
with its funny drag, Sweet Tootie!
Play me that tune again.
For I am tipsy from that
flipsy gypsy strain.

Play me that gypsy rag,
It's got my shoulders swaying
with its funny drag, Sweet Tootie!
Play me that tune again.
For I am tipsy from that
flipsy gypsy strain.

Old time gypsies made their home.
Any place they chanced to roam.
But it's diff'rent nowadays,
They all camp in cabarets.
Once again, I think I hear it...

Play me that gypsy rag,
It's got my shoulders swaying
with its funny drag, Sweet Tootie!
Play me that tune again.
For I am tipsy from that
flipsy gypsy strain.

Play me that gypsy rag,
It's got my shoulders swaying
with its funny drag, Sweet Tootie!
Play me that tune again.
For I am tipsy from that
flipsy gypsy strain.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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That Gypsy Rag 1918
Music by William Schroeder
Lyrics by Israel & Connor
© MCMXVIII by T.B.Harms & Francis, Day & Hunter - N.Y.
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sequence & Karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 4 April 2009 at 15.50
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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