Ba-da-da-da

Ba-da-da-da

Well the rent is late, my shoes are thin,

But honey when the music starts, let’s let the trouble in

The speakeasy’s hopping, the moon’s on high,

We’ll swing ‘til the break of dawn, just you and I.

Nickels in my pocket, pennies on my mind,

I can’t buy the sunshine, but I sure can buy some time!

Jumpin’ on a nickel night,

Shimmy through the lantern light

When the band gets hot,

All your blues take flight,

Come on, sugar, hold me tight!

Spin me ‘round the floor,

Let the world fade out of sight

We’re jumpin’, jumpin’

On a nickel night!

Ain’t got a dollar for a cab to ride,

But the rhythm in your shoes is a ticket to glide

Mr. Armstrong’s blowin’, the snare’s in time,

When you’re laughin’ by my side, baby, that’s sublime.

So let the landlord knock, let the neighbors talk,

Let the rich folks sleep while we jazz the block

With a little bit of luck and a whole lotta swing,

We’ll chase our cares away while the trombones sing

Jumpin’ on a nickel night,

Shimmy through the lantern light

Trouble melts away

With each fancy step we take

So come on, sugar, hold me tight!

Spin me ‘round the floor,

Let the world fade out of sight

We’re jumpin’, jumpin’

On a nickel night!

Ba-da-da-da, jumpin’ on a nickel night!

Ba-da-da-da, everything’s all right!

Ba-da-da-da, keep it swingin’ bright!

Ba-da-da-da, ‘til the morning light!