The Yam - Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Ирвинг Берлин

Come on and hear the yam man cry,

«Any yam today?»

The sweet potatoes that he’ll fry

Will be yam today

The little step that you’ll see him do With ev’ry yam that he sells to you

Is something that you ought to try

Come and Yam today

Come get what I’ve got

It will hit the spot

Get your sweet and hot

Yam

Raise your hand and sway

Like you hold a tray

When you’re on your way

Yam

Come on, shake your depression

And let’s have a yam session

There’s that long note

One, two, three

Yam

Ev’ry orchestra

In America

Will be doing the

Yam

I didn’t come to do the Charleston

I didn’t come to Ball the Jack

I didn’t come to do The Suzy Q Or do the Bottom they call Black

I didn’t come to do Big Apple

I didn’t come to do the Shag

But, honey, here I am To do the Yam

Because the Yam is in the bag