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I'm all worried, I'm upset
I just got the worst news yet
Some old fogey wants to rash and swing
Says your psyche won't survive
If you dance to that jump and jive
I can't help it if I shout and sing
They can take away my breakfast
Take away my lunch
But there's just one thing that they can't take
It's the rhythm of the swing band bunch
I like my music when they take it away
I do not want for nothing
If I can't swing and sway
Hey, what's this talk about Wilson
Taking the place of swing
I don't like Wilson
Like this though
Like this
If they cancel sixty minutes
Well, I guess I'll make it through
They can take away most anything
But if swing goes, I go too
I can handle life's disasters
I can take whatever comes
And I will have fun
Not break
Unless they take my piano
And my bass and drums
They can level Mount McKinley
They can make Alaska soar
Baby, I won't care
Won't turn a hair
Till they try to cool down Artie Shaw
They can scrap the Ten Commandments
Make the great Mojave wet
And I won't lose sleep
If I can keep Benny Goodman and his clarinet
They can rap and rave and rumba
They can rock from nine to high!
But they just don't have my number
Till they start to jam a juke and jive
They can flood the vast Sahara
They can run Niagara Drive
But if they mess with Ella or Sarah
Then I'm gonna need an alibi
Some think rappin' is racy
Makes them lose their minds
Me, I'll stick with Basie
Some say Rita, it's tragic
The way you cling to swing
I say, girlfriend, it's pure magic
When they outlaw Tommy Dorsey
Well, I guess I will be through
Take my bow, my doe, my diamond ring
House, spouse, sable fling
But they'll never repossess my swing
Cause when swing goes
I go too