Once they called it ragtime   And it had its fling   It's the same old syncopation   Now they call it swing      Then they played it jazz time   To a buck and wing   Once again it sweep the nation   Now they call it swing      When singers used to sing   They would go hot cha   But with this modern thing   Now they go dru, du du, dra, da da      Rhythm has its seasons   Summer, fall and spring   But for seven silly reasons   Someone pulled the string   And they started dancing   Now they call it swing