| Spreadin’ Rhythm Around |
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| Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan |
| Everybody is out high-hattin' |
| Spreadin' the rhythm around |
| Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' |
| Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' |
| Everybody you meet is rarin' |
| Spreadin' the rhythm around |
| Up in Harlem in every flat they give it that zing |
| Which according to one and all is what they call swing |
| Those who can’t afford silk and satin |
| Dance with gigolos who are latin |
| Come from Yonkers, the Bronx and Staten |
| Spreadin' the rhythm around |
