spreadin' rhythm around
billie holiday
puttin' tempo in old manhattan
everybody is out high hattin'
everywhere you go trumpets are blarin'
drums and saxophones rip and tearin'
everybody you meet is rarin'
up in harlem in every flat they give it that zing
which according to one and all is what they call swing
those who can't afford silk and satin
dance with gigolos who are latin