Cake walkers may come, cake walkers may go,
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but I wanna tell you 'bout a couple I know
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High steppin' pair, Debonair
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When it comes for bus'ness not a soul can compare
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Here they come, look at 'em, demonstratin',
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goin' some, ain't they syncopatin'?
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Talk of the town, teasin' brown pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down
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Dancin' fools ain't they demonstratin'?
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They're a class of their own
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Now the only way to win is to cheat 'em,
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you may tie 'em but you'll never beat 'em
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Strut your stuff, they're the cake walkin' babies from home
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Strut your stuff, strut your stuff, cake walkin' babies from home
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Here they come, look at 'em, syncopatin',
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goin' some, ain't they demonstratin'?
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Talk of the town, teasin' brown pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down
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Dancin' fools ain't they syncopatin'2?
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They're a class of their own
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Now the only way to win is to cheat 'em,
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you may tie 'em but you'll never beat 'em
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Strut your stuff, they're the cake walkin' babies form home
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Strut your stuff, strut your stuff, cake walkin' babies from home
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Cake Walking Babies From Home
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| Louis Armstrong |
