In a house up on a rock along the countryside, at precisely 12 o'clock, the spooks began to rise.
Swinging at the seance, 12 ticks, swinging at the seance, hot licks, to the medium entrance, how that horn began to dance.
Swinging at the seance, bad men, swinging at the seance, job men, when the trumpet blasted out, all the spooks began to shout.
The music came through so sweetly low down, yet nobody knew.
Who was rippin', rippin', rippin' around?
Swinging at the seance, black picks, swinging at the seance, blue notes, while the trumpet could have won a gun.
It's driving broke, got the seance up, and who do you think was rippin' away?
No one else but Billy May.
Swinging at the seance, 12 ticks, swinging at the seance, hot licks, to the medium entrance, how that horn began to dance.
Swinging at the seance, 12 ticks, swinging at the seance, black picks, swinging at the seance, blue notes, while the trumpet could have won a gun.
It's driving broke, got the seance up, and who do you think was rippin' away?
No one else but Billy May.
Swinging at the seance, 12 ticks, swinging at the seance, blue notes, while the trumpet could have won a gun.
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