Stephane Grappelli turns me to jelly

I want to play like Stephane Grappelli, like Pamela Dowsett from Swing Reverie...

and I want to hear this song

Second Fiddle Rag 

©1973 

Music by Doug Bowes 

Lyrics by Marie-Lynn Hammond 

my man plays in a barroom band 

he’s got one pair of lightning hands 

well he sits in the middle 

and he plays jazz fiddle 

right beside the big trombone 

oh it’s dark when he goes out to work 

and light when he gets home 

I asked my man to show me how to play 

he said ‘forget it sugar 

that’ll be the day 

you know this may be 1931 

but a woman belongs at home

baking pies and making eyes 

at the man she calls her own’ 

so I bought me a fiddle on the sly 

and a crank-up gramophone 

I can’t go wrong I’m playing along 

with Stephane Grappelli 

he turns me to jelly 

I’m learning tricks 

and real swell licks 

while my man is snoring away 

goodbye Yehudi hello Venuti 

my how that kid can play... 

well did you hear the news 

my man has done left town 

he ran off with that old Marjorie Brown 

oh I cried for a little 

then I grabbed my fiddle 

and I went down the the bar 

I said ‘Hey boss listen 

you’re missin’ a musician 

but you don’t have to look too far 

’cause here I am 

better grab me while you can 

or I’ll be struttin’ my stuff in ol’ 

Ina Ray Hutton’s 

all girl band