Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

There′s a band of syncopators and they're all first raters
Every night excitement is intense
When the leader waves his baton you want to keep your hat on
It′s like a hurricane when they commence
It's a real hot rhythm band, it's the finest in the land
The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
Of instruments they′ve quite a few, a trombone, hambone, wishbone, too
The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
They swing high and low for all they are worth
They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth
At dance halls they make such a din,
The floor gives way and the roof falls in
On the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
The drummer bangs his drum with
Pride you′d think his missus was inside
With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
My music's upside down, one said, so he played it standing on his head
With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
They swing high and low for all they are worth
They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth
You ought to hear ′em playing Faust,
They play it better when they're soused
The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
The cornet player no longer blows so
He plays his cornet through his nose
With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
Their crooner we bought him a wreath
Because he swallowed his false teeth
With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
They swing high and low for all they are worth
They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth
They broadcast once but, holy snakes,
We′d three typhoons and four earthquakes
Through the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
Their conductor makes a fuss, he swanks 'cause he conducts a bus
And the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
One chap′s got no roof to his mouth,
You ought to hear him croon down south
With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers
They swing high and low for all they are worth
They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth
They blast and blow and blow and blast,
You blast each blast folks that's the last
Of the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers