Nothing's as old as last year's rhythm, nothing's forgotten so soon

Nothing's as dated as last year's syncopated tune

Ragtime is dead and so is jazz, and swing will leave us cold

There's only one kind of music that never grows old



An old-fashioned tune always is new

It never seems to go out of style



For just when you start thinking it's through

It comes down from the shelf with a smile



A simple melody will always linger

I mean the kind you pick out with one finger



If you have some thoughts rhyming with June

Express them in an old-fashioned tune