| I smile like Herbert Hoover when they play
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| I dream of banker’s daughters, better days
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| Care to dance my lady
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| Live near here?
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| They certainly sound in fine form, do you care?
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| I am quite partial
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| Broke, spent, I still marshall (all my strenght when big bands play)
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| Follow me my lady to my home
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| See my large collection, some on loan
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| Of every big band record ever made
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| I had to sell my heater, so don’t shake
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| I am quite partial
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| Broke, spent, I still marshal all my strength when big bands blare
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| I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play
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| I dream of banker’s daughters, better days
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| For I am quite partial
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| Broke, spent, I marshal all my strength when big bands play
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| Knowing of their flare for filling empty
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| stomachs, empty hearts, they’re not so far apart, they’re not so far apart
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| And if you can’t sleep late one night,
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| It’s not your coffee, it’s the bunk
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| I am quite partial
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| Broke, spent, I still marshall all my strength
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| I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play
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| I frequent the dance halls most every night into the day
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| I know the name of every trombone player that exists
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| They don’t know I used to blow before the Crash had hit our land
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| Before the Crash
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| I find it so much warmer in the ballroom than at home
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| A common bond unites us so we’re really not alone
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| Sure we’ve got some problems, but tonight we won’t admit it Take my hand my lady friend, we’ll make it seem like we were there tonight |