Soon 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