Everybody Step - Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb And His Orchestra

Soon you’ll hear a tune

That’s gonna lift you out of your seat

It could be sweeter, but then the meter

Was written especially for your feet

Fly away up high

Upon a syncopated balloon

A little ginger will never injure

Hear them tuning up;

they’ll be playing soon

Everybody step to the syncopated rhythm

Let’s be goin' with 'em when they begin

You’ll be sayin', «Yes, sir, the band is grand

He’s the best professor in all the land»

Listen to the pep that emerges from the middle

Of the jazzy fiddle under his chin

Oh, what music

The clarineter could not be better

Hear that strain

I don’t know just what it is, but it’s great

They simply ruin it

Look at 'em doin' it

Come, come, don’t hesitate

Everybody step if you want to see a glutton

When it comes to struttin' over the ground

Wait’ll you see my little sweetie and me

Step, step, stepping around