Harold's House Of Jazz - Rebecca Hardiman

Harold's House Of Jazz Lyrics

Verse One:
Listening to That bebop music groovin' me out, movin' me out
every night, to a little club on N Street;
The band is close enough to touch them at the table people what a rapport
Walk down stairs and open the door and baby you're at Harold's House of Jazz.
Rhythm section burnin', smokin', up on the stand, dig on the band, their doin' their thing
and you know their thing is swingin':
so come and find a seat, take off your coat and order a bite
They're gonna be rompin', they're gonna be stompin' tonight.
Real jazz is for the folks who feel jazz, and real jazz is what the band is doin'
and if you think you hear 'em playin' a Charlie Parker Tune
I'm almost certain that you wouldn't be wrong folks, 'cause Donna Lee is Harold's favorite song folks.
If you want to take me where the music is hot, who do you got?
Pull my coat and I'll make a note to be there:

we'll stick around and dig the sound until it gives us everything that it has,
Stick with me till quarter to four, and then after hours we'll bang on the door in Harold's House of Jazz
-solos—
Verse Two:
Meet me down on N Street they'll be wrappin' it tight every night
Come along if you want to hear some bebop
The band is close enough to touch them at your table people what a rapport,
Walk down stairs and open the door and baby you're in Harold's House of Jazz.
We've got jazz in D.C. baby, where you been at? Listen to that?
Stick around, cause you've gone and found some bebop;
I see a table over there so let's sit down, relax and order a bite,
We're gonna be rompin', we're gonna be stompin' tonight
Real jazz is for the folks who feel Jazz; Real jazz is what the band is doin''
You tell me you think you hear 'em playing a Charlie Parker tune
I know what you mean in fact I thought the same, folks,
But I'll be damned if I can think of the name, folks.
Let's go tell the boss he's got one hell of a place, buy him a taste
And I hope that he's open after hours;
I know he's gonna understand that we appreciate the music he has,
Bebop and swing, the service is boss,
Say would you believe you find it in Washington,
Harold's House of Jazz! (...and breathe)
Lyrics Submitted by Tamaralee Shutt