Stompin' At The Savoy

Savoy, the home of sweet romance Savoy, it wins you at a glance Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance Your old form just like a clinging vine Your lips so warm and sweet as wine Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine How my heart is singing While the band is swinging Never tired of romping And stomping with you at the Savoy What joy, a perfect holiday Savoy, where we can glide and sway Savoy, let me stomp away with you Boo ba di ba di di bo bo bo (Savoy) the home of sweet romance (Savoy) wins you at a glance (Swing it Ella) happy feet A chance to dance at the Savoy Like a clinging vine So warm and sweet as wine And close to mine, divine How my heart is singing While the band is swinging I'm never tired of romping And stomping with you at the Savoy (Savoy) a perfect holiday Where we can glide and sway Let me stomp away with you Da ba da ba di da doo loop What joy to be together at Savoy Romping and stomping with you at the Savoy Never tired of romping And stomping with you While the band is romping What do we do, what do we do Jump, jump, jump, jump, swing at the Savoy Romp, romp, romp, romp, romp at the Savoy Could be was it Atlantic city Lord we would talk about that night Yeah we're talking about some boy Bet to the Savoy Bet to the Savoy To the Savoy Never romping stomp away We're shakin' at the Savoy You shake my hand --- Stompin' at the Savoy - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong