| Now, Arab sheiks on the burning sands
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| Come into their harems and clap their hands
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| Said, "Come on, girls, are you ready to play?
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| Let's have a little more of that swingin' today"
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| Now, in the land of Fu Manchu
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| The girls all now do the Suzie-Q
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| Clap their hands in the center of the floor
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| Saying, "Ching, ching, chop-suey, swing some more!"
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| Now, geisha girls in old Japan
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| Wink behind their peacock fans
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| Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
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| Let's swing it like Amelican's swing swing dance!"
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| Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode
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| They truck down the Romany road
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| With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle
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| Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle
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| Them eastern wisemen know the story
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| Of the swing with Oriental glory
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| They stroke their beards and grin
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| Sayin', "Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!"
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| Now, geisha girls in old Japan
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| 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
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| They truck down the Romany road
|
| With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle
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| Doin' the swing on the Gypsy fiddle |