The Rhythm Of Life Is A Jazz

Hard As I Try, Daddy-o, I Really Do Not Like Concert Singers. They Are Always Singing In Some Foreign Language.

Hold Fast To Dreams, For If Dreams Die, Life Is A Broken-winged Bird That Cannot Fly.

A World I Dream Where Black Or White, Whatever Race You Be, Will Share The Bounties Of The Earth And Every Man Is Free.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.