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.