That's a plan, he's got a beat in it, the rhythm's got a lot of heat in it, I bet you'll findI'll make it ten to fiveGonna get you doing what it's doing to meDixieland, who's in, out of it, the Dixielanders, they sure are proud of it, they call it jazz, what it hasThat's a plan-y for meTakes you down to New Orleans, Basin Street in New Orleans, you don't have to have the meansA little bit of rhythm and you're going right with it, shut my big brown rolling eyes if you don't rock it to the skiesHey boy, say boy, that's a plan-y for meGonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn, down where the blues are born, you'll be goneThe trumpets that are trumping really get the joy of jumpingHey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y for meHey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y for meWhen a joint gets to jumping and a drummer hits something with a clang-clangComing on like Buster's gang, bang-bangThe trumpets that are trumping really get the joy of jumpingHey, beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, and that's a plan-y, plan-y, wah-wah-wah-wahBrother, that is plan-y for me