A Section: Seems no matter where you're going, If the sun shines or it's snowing,
You will find a band a-playing, Ev'rybody 'round a-swaying,
To a syncopated, razzy jazzy-ing tune.
Where the cornet player acts just like a loon.
Never cared myself for dancing for that so outlandish prancing,
So I thought I'd take my sweetie to a quiet, restful spot.
Twas an ice-cream soda parlor, now starts the plot.
Someone dropped a nickel in the slot.

B Section: The ice-cream started a-melting,
No one cared what happened to it while they danced
They all forgot it while they pranced
Kept on a-swaying, Here and there, without care, they went.
Still they whirled, it seems they danced and couldn't stop
All through a little nickel in the slot.

C Section: This is where it changes keys in case you lost your place:
Nobody seemed to tire, It just seemed their one desire, was to keep on.
And my sweetie looked so forlorn, looking on.....
I took and drew her near me,
Whispering "All right, my dearie, we'll do it too. Stay until it's through.
You like it? You like it? I like it too."