(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer) 

(vocals: Skip Nelson & The Modernaires)



That old black magic has me in its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

Icy fingers up and down my spine

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine



The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts its ride

And down and down I go, round and round I go

Like a leaf that's caught in the tide



I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name, and I'm aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire

That only a kiss can put out the fire



For your the lover that I've waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine



Darling down and down I go, round and round I go

In a spin, loving the spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love