The forties
Brought us swing
The fifties
Brought us rock and
roll
The sixties
Brought us the Beatles
The seventies
Brought us bugger all
The forties
Brought us swing
The fifties
Brought us rock and
roll
The sixties
Brought us the Beatles
The seventies
Brought us bugger all
When Artie Shaw
Was the King of Swing
His liquorice stick
Was made to sing
With a beat
To tap your toe too
Or melodies
To serenade you
Swing to get the kids
A jumping
Tunes to get the blood
A pumping
Artie Shaw and his
Tuneful clarinet
The King of Swing
Was as good as they
get