Chick Webb & His Orchestra
Stompin' at the Savoy
Savoy, the home of sweet romanceSavoy, it wins you at a glanceSavoy, gives happy feet a chance, to dance.Your form, just like a clinging vineYour lips, so warm and sweet as wineYour cheek, so soft and close to mine, devineHow my heart is singin' While the band is swingin'Never tired of rompin' And stompin' with you, at the Savoy,What joy, a perfect holidaySavoy, where we can glide and swaySavoy, There let me stomp away with you.
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