(music and lyrics by Harry A. White and Cab Calloway)
Now, here's a very entrancing phrase
It will put you in a daze
To me it don't mean a thing
But it's got a very peculiar swing
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
Now, zaz, zuh, zaz was handed down
From a bloke down in Chinatown
It seems his name was Smoky Joe
And he used to hi, de, hi, de, ho
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
When Smoky Joe came into town
And he kicked the gong around
Any place that he would go
Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go
With her zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
It makes no difference where you go
There's one thing that they sure do know
There's no need for them to be blue
For the zaz, suh, zaz will always see them through
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz
Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay