Grab your pig’s feet, bread, and gin, there’s plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?

I was playing organ at a silent movie house at Harlem and they’d be showing some death scene on the screen. Likely as not, I’d grab a bottle and start swingin’ out on ‘Squeeze Me’ or ‘Royal Garden Blues’. The managers complained but, heck, they couldn’t stop me!

If you don’t know what it is, don’t mess with it.

Jazz isn’t what you do; it’s how you do it.

This is so nice, it must be illegal.

So easy, when you know how.

Grab your pig's feet, bread, and gin, there's plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?

Jazz isn't what you do; it's how you do it.

You could be my son. You even look like me a little bit... Say, who's your mother?

One never knows, do one?