It Must Be Jelly Songtext

von Woody Herman

The Hut-Sut Song

And here are those world travelers, the dashing Three Kaydets

In a town in Sweeden, by a stream so clear and cool,
A boy would sit, and fish, and dream, when he should have been in school.
Now he couldn't read or write a word, but happiness he found
In a little song he heard, and here's how it would sound:

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, so-oit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, so-oit

Now the Rawlson is a Sweedish town, the Rillerah is a stream,
The brawla is the boy and girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, so-oit

Soo, if you visit Sweeden, and you wander near a stream
You'll want to sit and sleep a bit, and this is what you'll dream;

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, so-oit
And a brawla, so-oit
And a brawla, so-oit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, so-oit!