Wrapping the ballroom in echoes.
That pin-striped suit singer hounding,
His band moving every way he goes.
Proud and free he sings up high.
He�s the duke of this jiving night.
His voice resonates and the girls sigh,
His velvet feathered hat fits just right.
Ask the swinging jive-men for a dance,
They�ll spin you around like a gust of air.
Caught in the heat of the big-band stance,
Not enough booze for the room to share.
For tonight this impecunious man is king,
And he sees his flaccid life as gold.
He�ll show you all just how to swing,
Till the drinks heat & the passions grow cold.
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