W. Hirsch / Vaughn DeLeath / N. Cloutier / L. Handman 



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 sweeped 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 dru-du du, dra-da-da



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