When Hollywood Goes Black And Tan (11-20-35) - Cleo Brown

Creole babies from Manhattan

Will be leaving Harlem if htey can

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

When Hollywood goes black and tan!

Louis Armstrong with his trumpet

Will be heading westward with his band

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

When Hollywood goes black and tan!

Harlem crooners with a swing will be singing at the studio

Makes no difference if you can’t sing, just say, «he-de-he-de-hi-de-ho!»

When they start to swing that rhythm

I’ll be heading for that promised land

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

You won’t find them wing and bucking

Everybody will be truckin'

It’s gonna be grand

When Hollywood goes black and tan!

The mayor of Harlem says he’ll be there

To give those boys a helping hand

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

When Hollywood goes black and tan!

Old Bob Howard made a promise

To latch on to that baby grand

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

When Hollywood goes black and tan!

Steppin Fetchit’s gonna sing and dance like Fred Astaire

Nina May don’t have to sing 'cause she can be petit like Ina Claire

Water’s gonna do a fan dance

And shake the feathers off her fan

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

Yeah, man!

Oh, yeah, man!

Here’s good news and it’s the newest

Braddock’s going to meet Joe Louis

It’s gonna be grand

When Hollywood goes black and tan!