ambitions for lofty positions
That wind up with the wealth of the land
Providing you included the band
If I could be the wealthy owner
If I could be a politician
with a chance to dictate,
I would say, let it wait,
when I've got ten pieces in hand.
If I could be a millionairess
with a whole flock of banks,
I would just whisper thanks,
Saxophone, a slide trombone,
a bass fiddle and a drum,
a guy at the piano who makes it hum,
a hot trumpet and guitar,
and me with a baton, and there you are.
Ba ba da ba da ba ba da ba day
Ba da ba boo ba da da day
Let the dance floor feel your leather
Stuffed as lightly as a feather
Loosen up and start to limber
Can't you hear that hot marimba?
yourself tied up in a knot
The night is cold, but the music's hot,
Don't you dare to an swer no, sir
Put your banker, clerk, and grocer,
As you listen to the band,
As you listen to them play,
To be that professor is grand
a bass fiddle and a drum,
a guy at piano who makes it hum,
a hot trumpet and guitar,
Loosen up and start to limber,
can't you hear that hot marimba?
Don't you dare to an swer no sir,