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