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 especially 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 Everybody step to the syncopated rhythm Let's be goin' with 'em when they begin You'll be sayin', "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 Everybody 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