A Jazz Holiday

Say folks, come on, put all your troubles away
Why, I done declared, this is a good old jazz holiday

When the clock strikes half past nine
We'll step right down the line
When we dance that Zulu Twist
Not a movement will be missed

Cause sugar's sweet
So come on get your dancing shoes
Honey, there's no time, no time that we can lose

Cause when I'm blue and I lose my speed
A little jazz music, that's all I need

So I solemnly declare this to be a good old jazz holiday