Soon

You'll hear a tune

That's gonna lift you out of your seat

It could be sweeter

But then the meter

Was written especi'lly for your feet

Fly

Away up high

Upon a syncopated balloon

A little ginger

Will never injure

Hear them tuning up

They'll be playing soon



Ev'rybody step

To the syncopated rhythm

Let's be going with 'em

When they begin



You'll be saying, yes sir

The band is grand

He's the best professor

In all the land



Listen to the pep

That emerges from the middle

Of the jazzy fiddle

Under his chin



Oh, what music

The clarineter

Could not be better

Hear that strain

I don't know just what it is but it's great

They simply ruin it

Look at 'em doin' it

Come, come don't hesitate



Ev'rybody step

If you want to see a glutton

When it comes to struttin'

Over the ground



Wait'll you see

My little sweetie and me

Step, step, stepping around