That's a plan, he's got a beat in it, the rhythm's got a lot of heat in it, I bet you'll find
I'll make it ten to five
Gonna get you doing what it's doing to me
Dixieland, who's in, out of it, the Dixielanders, they sure are proud of it, they call it jazz, what it has
That's a plan-y for me
Takes you down to New Orleans, Basin Street in New Orleans, you don't have to have the means
A little bit of rhythm and you're going right with it, shut my big brown rolling eyes if you don't rock it to the skies
Hey boy, say boy, that's a plan-y for me
Gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn, down where the blues are born, you'll be gone
The trumpets that are trumping really get the joy of jumping
Hey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y for me
Hey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y for me
When a joint gets to jumping and a drummer hits something with a clang-clang
Coming on like Buster's gang, bang-bang
The trumpets that are trumping really get the joy of jumping
Hey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y, wah-wah-wah-wah
Brother, that is plan-y for me