Utt Da Zay (The Tailor’s Song) – Cab Calloway And His OrchestraBy My mother used to sing to meA haunting little melodyNobody knows where it came fromOr where it was composed“Utt da zay”, sings the tailorAs he fashions pretty clothes“Utt da zay”, sings the tailorAs he sews, sews, sewsHe’s as busy as a beeMaking lovely fineryThings my baby loves to wearWhen I take her to the fair“Utt da zay”, sings the tailorAll it means is, “That’s the way”When I buy the things he made herSays the tailor, “Utt da zay”Oh, do you dig, dig, dig?Do you chop, chop, chop?Are you hep to this jiveThat I’m laying to you? www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20