Well, it don't mean a thing
If you ain't got that swing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
It don't mean a thing
All you do is start to sing
Manamanamanamana
Ababadabaday-oooh
It makes no diff'rence if it's sweet or hot
You got that rhythm, give it everything you got
Oh, it don't mean a thing
If you ain't got that swing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys
With the flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
Oh, boys, when I come home at night
She will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl
Got to sing the blues as blue as I can be
Oh, sing the blues as blue as I can be
My girl's got a heart like a raw cast in the sea
Oh yeah
That's what I am talking about
Home cooking
Yes, baby
Oh, mama, mama, look and sing
Oh, mama, won't you look and sing
Well, he seems not to be thinking of fine things
Take it, boy
The whole world is saying that swing is the thing
The jazz bands are playing that swing is the thing
Someone pull the leaver, someone pull the string
'Cause we've got the fever to swing, swing, swing
The trombones are blowing and, oh, what a sound
The whole world is going around, round, pom, pom
So join in the chorus, get bound with the zing
'Cause you know and I know that swing is the thing
The whole world is saying that swing is the thing
The jazz bands are playing that swing is the thing
Someone pull the leaver, someone pull the string
'Cause we've got the fever (Swing, swing, swing)
So join in the chorus, get bound with the zing
'Cause you know and I know that swing is the thing, oh, yeah
Swing is the thing, oh, yeah
Swing is the thing
Sure thing, swing is the thing
Yeah!
If you ain't got that swing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
It don't mean a thing
All you do is start to sing
Manamanamanamana
Ababadabaday-oooh
It makes no diff'rence if it's sweet or hot
You got that rhythm, give it everything you got
Oh, it don't mean a thing
If you ain't got that swing
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah
I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys
With the flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
Oh, boys, when I come home at night
She will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl
Got to sing the blues as blue as I can be
Oh, sing the blues as blue as I can be
My girl's got a heart like a raw cast in the sea
Oh yeah
That's what I am talking about
Home cooking
Yes, baby
Oh, mama, mama, look and sing
Oh, mama, won't you look and sing
Well, he seems not to be thinking of fine things
Take it, boy
The whole world is saying that swing is the thing
The jazz bands are playing that swing is the thing
Someone pull the leaver, someone pull the string
'Cause we've got the fever to swing, swing, swing
The trombones are blowing and, oh, what a sound
The whole world is going around, round, pom, pom
So join in the chorus, get bound with the zing
'Cause you know and I know that swing is the thing
The whole world is saying that swing is the thing
The jazz bands are playing that swing is the thing
Someone pull the leaver, someone pull the string
'Cause we've got the fever (Swing, swing, swing)
So join in the chorus, get bound with the zing
'Cause you know and I know that swing is the thing, oh, yeah
Swing is the thing, oh, yeah
Swing is the thing
Sure thing, swing is the thing
Yeah!