(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