Lyrics
Now, Arab sheikhs on the burning sands
Come into their harems and clap their hands
Said, «Come on, girls, are you ready to play?
Let’s have a little more of that swingin' today.»
Now, in the land of Fu Manchu
The girls all now do the Suzie-Q
Clap their hands in the center of the floor
Saying, «Ching, ching, chop-suey, swing some more!»
Now, geisha girls in old Japan
Wink behind their peacock fans
Since they learned to say, «Yeah!
Let’s swing it like Amelican’s swing swing dance!»
Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode
They truck down the Romany road
With their hi-de-hoes, and their hey-hey-diddle
Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle
Them eastern wisemen know the story
Of the swing with Oriental glory
They stroke their beards and grin
Sayin', «Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!»
Now, geisha girls in old Japan
Wink behind their peacock fans
Since they learned to say, «Yeah!
Let’s swing it like Amelican’s swing swing dance!»
Gypsy caravans have changed their mode
They truck down the Romany road
With their hi-de-hoes, and their hey-hey-diddle
Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle
Lyrics:
Arab sheiks on the burning sands,
Come into their harems and clap their hands,
Said, "Come on, girls, are you ready to play?
Let's have a little more of that swingin' today."
Now, in the land of Fu Manchu,
The girls all now do the Suzie-Q,
Clap their hands in the center of the floor,
Saying, "Ching, ching, chop-suey, swing some more!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's swing it like Amelican's swing swing dance!"
Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle.
Them eastern wisemen know the story,
Of the swing with Oriental glory,
They stroke their beards and grin,
Sayin', "Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's swing it like Amelican's swing swing dance!"
Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle.
5 years ago hospitalized, without knowing that I suffered and lost the movement of my body, I listened again and again to this song ...
If only we could live in this time again, minus the racism and sexism of course, that would be great.