| Alakazam, shish boom bam
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| The fish jumped out of the frying pan
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| It said listen here you’re no good man
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| I can’t be part of your dinner plan
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| I was swimming in the big old sea
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| My daddy’s old ventures didn’t care for me
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| And a country fried filet with greens
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| Just ain’t what I was meant to be
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| The fisherman watched in shock and doubt
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| As the fish got up and walked on out
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| Before he left he turned around
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| It said you just can’t steal the sound, the sound of swing
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| Uh na na, it makes me wanna dance
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| Uh na na, it puts me in a trance
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| Uh na na, it makes me clap my hands
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| Uh na na, playing the sound of swing
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| Let me ride, let me fly, let my wings touch the sky
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| I belong with the song, hear me sing it far and wide
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| When I make my way back down, plant my feet firm on the ground
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| Everybody gather round and watch me make the sound, the beautiful sound of swing
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| Uh na na, it makes me wanna dance
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| Uh na na, it puts me here to trance
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| Uh na na, it makes me clap my hands
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| Uh na na, wo ho oh ho
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| Uh na na, it makes me wanna dance
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| Uh na na, it puts me in a trance
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| All the children they say
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| Uh na na, it makes me clap my hands
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| Uh na na, hear my sound of swing
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| For Louis Armstrong
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| Uh na na, na na na na na na na na na na
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| For Fletcher Henderson
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| Uh na na, na na na na na na na na na na
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| For … …,
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| Jimmy Reese
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| For Joe «King» Oliver
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| I got to hand it to you
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| For bringing out the sound of swing |