There’s rhythm down in Martinique isle That has any minuet beat a mile for Low-down quality, and they call it The ebony rhapsody
Instead of playing music like you do They supply a little classical voodoo They keep swingin’ that thing And singin’ that ebony rhapsody
It’s got those licks, it’s got those tricks That Mr Liszt would never recognise It’s got that beat, that tropic heat They shake until they make the old thermometer rise
Oh brother yes, they all have bandanas They go to market singing happy hosannas Swaying to that ebony rhapsody
There’s a rhythm down in Martinique isle That has any minuet beat a mile, for Low-down quality, and they call it The ebony rhapsody
Instead of playing music like you do They supply a little classical voodoo They keep swingin’ that thing While singing that ebony rhapsody
It’s got those licks, it’s got those tricks That Mr Liszt would never recognise It’s got that beat, that tropic heat They shake until they make the old thermometer rise
Brother yes, they all have bandanas They go to market singing happy hosannas Swaying to that ebony rhapsody Twisting to the ebony rhapsody