You'll hear a tune
 That's gonna lift you out of your seat
 It could be sweeter
 But then the meter
 Was written especi'lly for your feet
 Fly
 Away up high
 Upon a syncopated balloon
 A little ginger
 Will never injure
 Hear them tuning up
 They'll be playing soon

 Ev'rybody step
 To the syncopated rhythm
 Let's be going with 'em
 When they begin

 You'll be saying, yes sir
 The band is grand
 He's the best professor
 In all the land

 Listen to the pep
 That emerges from the middle
 Of the jazzy fiddle
 Under his chin

 Oh, what music
 The clarineter
 Could not be better
 Hear that strain
 I don't know just what it is but it's great
 They simply ruin it
 Look at 'em doin' it
 Come, come don't hesitate

 Ev'rybody step
 If you want to see a glutton
 When it comes to struttin'
 Over the ground

 Wait'll you see
 My little sweetie and me
 Step, step, stepping around