Now, Arab sheikhs on the burning sands,
Come into their harems and clap their hands,
Said, "Come on, girls, are आप ready to play?
Let's have a little और of that swingin' today."
Now, in the land of Fu Manchu,
The girls all now do the Suzie-Q,
Clap their hands in the center of the floor,
Saying, "Ching, ching, chop-suey, झूला, स्विंग some more!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's झूला, स्विंग it like Amelican's झूला, स्विंग झूला, स्विंग dance!"
Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the झूला, स्विंग on the Gypsy fiddle.
Them eastern wisemen know the story,
Of the झूला, स्विंग with Oriental glory,
They stroke their beards and grin,
Sayin', "Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's झूला, स्विंग it like Amelican's झूला, स्विंग झूला, स्विंग dance!"
Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the झूला, स्विंग on the Gypsy fiddle.
Come into their harems and clap their hands,
Said, "Come on, girls, are आप ready to play?
Let's have a little और of that swingin' today."
Now, in the land of Fu Manchu,
The girls all now do the Suzie-Q,
Clap their hands in the center of the floor,
Saying, "Ching, ching, chop-suey, झूला, स्विंग some more!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's झूला, स्विंग it like Amelican's झूला, स्विंग झूला, स्विंग dance!"
Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the झूला, स्विंग on the Gypsy fiddle.
Them eastern wisemen know the story,
Of the झूला, स्विंग with Oriental glory,
They stroke their beards and grin,
Sayin', "Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's झूला, स्विंग it like Amelican's झूला, स्विंग झूला, स्विंग dance!"
Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the झूला, स्विंग on the Gypsy fiddle.
I sat down to write आप a song
So I grabbed my notebook
And debated whether
To use a pencil या pen
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well here's your song, darlin'
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Would it be okay if -
La la la la la la
(spoken) Here goes nothin'
Oh, after a long while
After I thought it out
I settled with blue ink, yeah
To tell आप what I think, huh
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well here's your song, darlin'
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Would it be okay if -
La la la la la la
(spoken) Here goes nothin'
Because I know that I
Could never write a song
As perfect as आप are
So I'm settling for
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well did आप like your song, darlin'?
So I grabbed my notebook
And debated whether
To use a pencil या pen
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well here's your song, darlin'
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Would it be okay if -
La la la la la la
(spoken) Here goes nothin'
Oh, after a long while
After I thought it out
I settled with blue ink, yeah
To tell आप what I think, huh
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well here's your song, darlin'
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Would it be okay if -
La la la la la la
(spoken) Here goes nothin'
Because I know that I
Could never write a song
As perfect as आप are
So I'm settling for
Whatever comes a floatin'
Well did आप like your song, darlin'?
