Now They Call It Swing - Take 2

Once they called it ragtime

And it had its fling

It's the same old syncopation

Now they call it swing

Then they played it jazz time

To a buck-and-wing

Once again it sweeps the nation

Now they call it swing

When singers used to sing

They would go, "Hot-cha!"

But with this modern thing

Now they go, "Dri-di-dit-ti dra-da-dat"

Rhythm has its seasons

Summer, fall and spring

But for seven silly reasons

Someone pulled the string

And they started dancing

Now they call it swing

♪

Once they called it ragtime

And it had its fling

It's the same old syncopation

Now they call it swing

Then they played it jazz time

To a buck-and-wing

Once again it sweeps the nation

Now they call it swing

When singers used to sing

They would go, "Hot-cha!"

But with this modern thing

Now they go, "Dri-ti-tit tra-ta-ta"

Rhythm has its seasons

Summer, fall and spring

But for seven silly reasons

Someone pulled the string

And they started dancing

Now they call it swing

♪

Baby, now they call it swing