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Music everywhere, feet are pattin'Puttin' tempo in old ManhattanEverybody is out high hattin'Spreadin' rhythm aroundEverywhere you go trumpets are blarin'Drums and saxophones rip and tearin'Everybody you meet is rarin'Spreadin' rhythm aroundUp in Harlem in every flat they give it that zingWhich according to one and all is what they call swingThose who can't afford silk and satinDance with Gigolos who are LatinCome from Yonkers, the Bronx and StatenSpreadin' rhythm around From Letras Mania