Lyrics Stomping At The Savoy - Louis Armstrong

Savoy, the home of sweet romance Savoy, it wins you with a glance Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance Your old form just like a clinging vine Your lips so warm and sweet as wine Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine
How my heart is singing While the band is swinging I'm never tired of romping And stomping with you at the Savoy What joy, a perfect holiday Savoy, where we can glide and sway Savoy, let me stomp away with you
The home of sweet romance It wins you at a glance Gives happy feet a chance to dance Just like a clinging vine So soft and sweet as wine So soft and close to mine, divine
How my heart is singing While the band is swinging I'm never, never, never tired of romping And stomping with you at the Savoy What joy, a perfect holiday Savoy, where we can glide and sway Savoy, let me stomp away with you