Augustus Jackson Lyrics

Chorus:
Uh, uh, uh strawberry chocolate, vanilla ice-cream
Old Augustus Jackson's got an ice-cream machine
He puts a little flavor, a sugar in ice
Then he mixes it with salt and cream and taste real
nice
Uh, uh!

Augustus Jackson was a free black man
A chef at the white house for the Madison
He came to Philadelphia when they set him free
He started making ice cream on Good Water Street
And the people OK, calling out his flavors by name

Chorus:
Uh, uh, uh strawberry chocolate, vanilla ice-cream
Old Augustus Jackson's got an ice-cream machine
He puts a little flavor, a sugar in ice Then he mixes it with salt and cream and taste real
nice
Uh, uh!

Augustus Jackson invented a way
To make ice-cream last for days and days
He built an empire up from the ground
By shipping ice-cream in tins all over town
No matter what flavor you are
You can't fill up your spoons in Jackson's ice-cream
bar.

Chorus:
Uh, uh, uh strawberry chocolate, vanilla ice-cream
Old Augustus Jackson's got an ice-cream machine
He puts a little flavor, a sugar in ice
Then he mixes it with salt and cream and taste real
nice
Uh, uh!

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