Play it for the lords and ladies,
For the dukes and counts,
For the whores and gigolos,
For the American millionaires,
And the love-night painted faces
Of American millionaires,
And the school teachers out for a spree.
You know that tune
That laughs and cries at the same time.
You know it.
Parece una rumba.
! Que Rumba!
Play it, jazz band!
You've got seven languages to speak in
And then some.
Published in The Crisis, December 1925