Not so many summers ago
The land of New Dealin' was feelin' so low
That even folks in darkest Washington knew
Something had to be done
So they called the country's cleverest ginks
To figure some plot out to blot out the jinx
But no one had a mumblin' word to say
'Cept Professor Cab Calloway
But Cab, the wise
Rose and said to these guys
"If you're fixin' to beat this whole thing
As a Harlem residence, Mr. President
I say, give 'em swing!"
Now everybody's happy
And everyone's gay
'Cause every little mammy and pappy
Is swingin' the jinx away
What is that thing they're all a-singin'?
Why, that's hi-de-hi-de-hi
'Cause everybody's buckin' and wingin'
Swingin' the jinx away
From fair Niagara's fountains
To the far Rocky Mountains
They're swingin', swingin' away
From the Swanee River
To the home of the flivver
They're swingin', swingin' away
Now everybody's happy
And everybody's okay
'Cause you can't be blue
When she's clingin' to you
And you're swingin' the jinx away
From fair Niagara's fountains
To the far Rocky Mountains
They're swingin', swingin' away
From the Swanee River
To the home of the flivver
They're swingin', swingin' away
Now everybody's happy
And everybody's okay
'Cause you can't be blue
When she's clingin' to you
And you're swingin' the jinx away
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