Your Feets Too Big .......... Mos Def, Jean-Michel Bernard

Nothing From Nothing .......... Billy Preston

I Ain't Got Nobody .......... Jean-Michel Bernard

Jerry's Sweded Ghost Song .......... Jack Black

I Ain't Got Nobody .......... Booker T. Jones, Steve Cropper, Donald 'Duck' Dunn & Michel Gondry

Lulu's Back In Town .......... Jean-Michel Bernard & the Passaic High School Marching Band

I Ain't Got Nobody .......... Mos Def, Jean-Michel Bernard & Michel Gondry

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot .......... Fats Waller

Sunny Monday .......... Booker T. & The MGs

Ain't Misbehavin' .......... Mos Def & Jean-Michel Bernard

Solitude .......... Jean-Michel Bernard

Lulu's Back In Town .......... Booker T. Jones, Steve Cropper, Donald 'Duck' Dunn & Michel Gondry

Your Feets Too Big .......... Fats Waller

Mr. Fletcher's Song .......... Jean-Michel Bernard and Moe Holmes *Score Orchestrated & Conducted by Jean_Michel Bernard

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Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
You gotta have somethin'
If you wanna be with me
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
You gotta have somethin'
If you wanna be with me

I'm not tryin' to be your hero
'Cause that zero is too cold for me, Brrr
I'm not tryin' to be your highness
'Cause that minus is too low to see, yeah

Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
And I'm not stuffin'
Believe you me
Don't you remember I told ya
I'm a soldier in the war on poverty, yeah
Yes, I am

Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
You gotta have somethin'
If you wanna be with me
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
You gotta have somethin'
If you wanna be with me

You gotta have somethin'
If you wanna be with me
You gotta bring me somethin' girl
If you wanna be with me

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Where's that careless chambermaid?
Where'd she put my razor blade?
She mislaid it, I'm afraid,
It's gotta be foun'!
Ask her when she cleaned my room
What she did with my perfume;
I just can't lose it,
I've gotta use it,
'Cause Lulu's back in town.

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed,
Gotta sew a button on my vest,
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best,
Lulu's back in town.
Gotta get a half a buck somewhere,
Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair,
Gotta get myself a boutonniere,
Lulu's back in town.
You can tell all my pets,
All my Harlem coquettes;
Mister Otis regrets
That he won't be aroun'.
You can tell the mailman not to call,
I ain't comin' home until the fall,
And I might not get back home at all,
Lulu's back in town.

You can bet I've got it bad,
Best complaint I've ever had;
We'll be stepping out tonight,
An' struttin', an' how.
We're in for the swellest time,
Finish up without a dime;
Look here, you fellers,
I'll make you jealous,
My Lulu, she's a wow.

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed,
Gotta sew a button on my vest,
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best,
Lulu's back in town.
Gotta get a half a buck somewhere,
Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair,
Gotta get myself a boutonniere,
Lulu's back in town.
You can tell all my pets,
All my blondes and brunettes;
Mister Otis regrets
That he won't be aroun'.
You can tell the mailman not to call,
I ain't comin' home until the fall,
And I might not get back home at all,
Lulu's back in town.

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Traditional Lyrics

Chorus:
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming forth to carry me home

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming forth to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming forth to carry me home

(chorus)

Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down
Coming forth to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming forth to carry me home

(chorus)

The brightest day that I can say
Coming forth to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Coming forth to carry me home.

(chorus)

If I get there before you do
Coming forth to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming forth to carry me home

(chorus)

If you get there before I do
Coming forth to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'm coming too
Coming forth to carry me home

(chorus)

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No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me

I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

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Fats Waller - Lulu's Back In Town lyrics

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, gotta sew a button on my vest,
'cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town.

Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair,
gotta get myself a boutonniere, Lulu's back in town.

You can tell all my pets, all my Harlem coquettes,
Mister Otis regrets, that he won't be aroun'.

You can tell the mailman not to call, I ain't comin' home until the fall
and I might not get back home at all... Lulu's back in town.

Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy
Sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter; thats what I calls it

Say up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us
Me, your big feet and you
From your ankles up, I'd say you sure are sweet
From there down; there's just too much feet
Yes, your feets too big
Don't want ya, 'cause ya feets too big
Can't use ya, 'cause ya feets too big
I really hate ya, 'cause ya feets too big

"Do wahs etc"

Where did ya get 'em
Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said she likes your face
She likes your (rig?)
Man, oh, man, those things are too big
Your feets too big
Don't want cha, 'cause ya feets too big
Mad at you, 'cause your feets too big
I hate you, 'cause your feets too big

My goodness, guns, they're gunboats
shiff shiff shiff
Oh, your petal extremities are colossal
To me you look just like a fossil
Got me walkin', talkin' and squarkin'
'Cause your feets too big
Yeah, come on and walk that thing
Oh, I've never heard of such walkin', mercy

Your petal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?

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