| Soon you’ll hear a tune
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| That’s gonna lift you out of your seat
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| It could be sweeter, but then the meter
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| Was written especially for your feet
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| Fly away up high
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| Upon a syncopated balloon
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| A little ginger will never injure
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| Hear them tuning up; |
| they’ll be playing soon
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| Everybody step to the syncopated rhythm
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| Let’s be goin' with 'em when they begin
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| You’ll be sayin', «Yes, sir, the band is grand
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| He’s the best professor in all the land»
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| Listen to the pep that emerges from the middle
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| Of the jazzy fiddle under his chin
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| Oh, what music
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| The clarineter could not be better
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| Hear that strain
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| I don’t know just what it is, but it’s great
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| They simply ruin it
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| Look at 'em doin' it
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| Come, come, don’t hesitate
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| Everybody step if you want to see a glutton
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| When it comes to struttin' over the ground
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| Wait’ll you see my little sweetie and me
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| Step, step, stepping around |