Testo di All God's Chillun Got Rhythm

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-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 do-on'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 rhythm Da-da-do-day, ra-do-day, ra-do-da-do, da-da, da-da-day... Doh-da-do-day, ra-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 children got trouble, troubles do-on'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, ha-ha, go Swing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-ho, yes Ain't got money, ain't got shoes All God's chillun got rhythm For to push away their dog-gone 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-ho, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay... the-em Them dog-gone, shoo 'em now Swing - swing - swing...