The sounds of trumpets in the air
A feeling that you can't despair
With the notes going up and down
Like you would hear in a jazz town
With the Saxes playing in the back
And you can't believe, it is a fact
Until the end when we are all on our feet
Swinging our hips right on the beat
The trombones play back and forth
And you know you love sound, of course
But you ask where the clarinets are
Even when they are not very far
But in the end you will hear the sousaphone
And later on in the night will stay the tone
Until the next show and you will come
And start dancing to the drums
Holding your date in your arms
As you start using your charm
You know when its time to dance
But first you what a kiss, how they do it in France
When your feet start to move
You start getting with the grove
As she moves her hips round and round
You find a feeling that you never found
Then you start looking at the singer and smile
For you just know that you when an extra mile

 
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