C
I heard a song with a groovy beat,
F
Made me want to tap my feet.
G7
Hit the floor like a crazy fool,
C                           G7
Like Fred and Ginger; cool man, cool.

So I wrote my own sweet tune,
A bit of swing, and a bit of croon.
A touch of jazz to fill it out,
      C                C7
And then - a final big band shout.

F
Now my head just won’t keep still,
C
The doctor said, Son, take this pill.
     G7
But I just threw the drugs away,
C                     C7
I want to feel my body sway.

      F
And though I ache from constant swing,
I don’t care, it don’t mean a thing.
Bring me my jacket, and press my pants,
I’ve lost control, and I have to dance!

F
I’ve lost control. I have to dance!
  C
I want to find sweet romance.
G7
Like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire,
C                              C7
I have to dance, and I don’t care where.

F
I want to spin across the stage,
Ignore my aches, forget my age.
So, take me back where I belong,
Right inside that swinging song…
And go, cat, go!

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