Sundays was better than other days  Mondays through Saturdays  Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow  Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville  We sang the Blues round midnight until. . .  The sun came up and we'd improvise    Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi  Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)    Lester (Young) was there, so was Ms. Badu  Louie (Armstrong) played turmpet on West End Blues  Ain't that Jill Scott with my sweet Aunt Nancy (Wilson)  Sassy (Sarah Vaughn) and Ella (Fitzgerald) start scattin' now  They start a frenzy there in the crowd  Sistahs has always been so resilient    Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi  Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)    Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue  Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues  I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on  'Cause what don't kill me make me strong  Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song  And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square    (Dig this man)    Sundays was really the only days  That took the place of the lonely days  Sundays we looked to the new horizions  I see the light at the end of the tunnel sir  Jazz and Blues born of the slave gospel  Black angels pick the white fiels of cotton    Congo Square on a dope patoi, Congo Square on a dope patoi  Congo Square on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus)    Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue  Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues  I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on  'Cause what don't kill me make me strong  Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song  And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square. . .Congo Square  Congo Square. . .Congo Square    (Party 'til the sun come up)  (Play that piano man)    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta