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 hoh-hoh-hoh

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 chilldren got trouble, troubles do-on't mean a thing

When they start to go hoh-hoh-hoh

The old troubles bound to go 'way, say

All God's chillun got swing



Swing it high, swing it low, hell, let 'em go, hah-hah, go

Swing it up, swing it down, he-ell, let it go, oh-hoh, 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-hoh, blow-blow, 'way-hay-ay... the-em

Them dog-gone, shoo 'em now

Swing - swing - swing...