Speakeasy Swing

(ba-da-ba-da) Step on out

beneath the golden glow

Where the brassy horns are starting to blow

Grab your coat, we're gonna hit the floor

Like they never

did before

(oh yeah)

That's the high-flying, hot jazz stride

Take a step, let your worries slide

Swing it high,

swing it low

Watch the trumpet player go!

Spin around

until the break of day

Hear the banjo strumming far away

All the high society is in the room

Chasing off the winter gloom (ho-de-ho-de-ho)

That's the high-flying, hot jazz stride

Take a step, let your worries slide

Swing it high,

swing it low

Watch the trumpet player go! (yeah!) (cha-cha-cha)