Putting On the Ritz
Tip- tap-tipetty to!
Swing downtown now,
Why feel so blue?
The girls are dancing high kicks phew!
Leave your top hat on the pew,
Swing-swing-sing-a-song
Let them know that you belong!
Rhythm child, one-two- three- four,
If your’e cool you’ll pass the door,
To skip and dance and drink champagne,
Don’t hold back enjoy the game!
Ginger, Fred they’ll all be there
Ostrich feathers in their hair,
At the Cotton Club…one-two-three-four
Yes the Cotton Club... Oh give me more!
Take it away Mr Bumby!...trombone shrills,
Piano spills, the notes of fifty tapping spats,
Sounds of laughter, syncopated fits..let- it- go
We’re puttin on the Ritz!
For contest 28/8/15 Peter Lewis Holmes
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