There Aint No Land Like Dixieland to Me by Broadway Bell-Hops (with Bix Biederbecke) Lyrics

They tell me “Doesn’t that look like Dixieland”
Sure, that looks like Dixieland
Doesn’t that look like Alabam’
Why sure, that’s Birmingham!
Is there any place so nice
Do I have to ask you twice
Yes sir, yes sir
That’s my paradise

And doesn’t that smell like ham and eggs?
No, that smells like bacon and eggs
Bacon and eggs, ham and eggs, oh gee
Mr. Lindbergh made Par-ee
But I made God’s own heaven, you see
And there ain’t no land like Dixieland to me!

-(cornet, trombone, clarinet solos to end)-