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Stompin' At The Savoy
Benny goodman
Savoy, the home of sweet romance,
Savoy, it wins you with 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,
I'm 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;
The home of sweet romance,
It wins you at a glance,
Gives happy feet a chance to dance.
Just like a clinging vine,
So soft and sweet as wine,
So soft and close to mine, divine.
How my heart is singing,
While the band is swinging,
I'm never, never, 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;
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- Album:
- Happy Session
- Sound Of Music
- Miscellaneous
- Swing Is the Thing
- Benny Goodman And His Great Vocalists
- Sing, Sing, Sing
- Die Legenden des Jazz - Benny Goodman
- The Centennial Collection
- King Of Swing
- The King of Swing
- Compact Jazz: Benny Goodman
- The Birth Of Swing
- The Best Of Swing
- The Jazz Years - The Thirties
- Capitol Sings Johnny Mercer: “Too Marvellous For Words”
- Massive Hits!: Jazz
- It Had To Be You
- The Essential Benny Goodman
- The Real Benny Goodman
- Best Jazz 100