Al God's Chillun Got Rhythm - Judy Garland

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, 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 don’t mean a thing

When they start to go, «Ho ho ho»

The old troubles bound to go 'way, say

All God’s chillun got swing

All God’s children got trouble

Da da do day, ra do day, ra do da do, da da, da da day

Doh da do day, da 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 chillun got trouble, troubles don’t mean a thing

When they start to go, «Ho ho ho»

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, yea

Swing it up, swing it down, ah hah let it go, oh hah, yea

Ain’t got money, ain’t got shoes

All God’s chillun got rhythm

For to push away their doggone 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

All God’s chillun got swing, swing, swing