Kings of Swing

Chaps and Kittens
Lads and Lasses
And all you punks who flunked your ballroom dance classes
Let's welcome to the bandstand
The raddest dads in your mother's Netherlands
You know 'em
They roll 'em
So cajole 'em
Stone legends
Cherry Poppin' Daddies
I’m from a place where the best of our days are through (Woo Woo)
Skies are all grey I’m at home where the jazz is blue (Woo Woo)
Factory windows smashed in the heart of town (Woo Woo)
I’m from a place that no longer exists
It’s where I got my crown
Givin’ up on havin’ tomorrow-ho
Kings of swing
Everybody out on the floor say hey
Kings of swing
Share the romance all in your head whoa
Kings of swing
Stomp a number rattle the floor say hey
Jump Up
Swing Out
Kings of Swing
Swing
Kings of Swing
Woo
We were the Goombah kids and we played with style (Ahh Ahh)
Worked with our hands by day but at night we’d file (Ahh Ahh)
Into a spot concealed by a strip mall door (Ooh ooh)
Down to a punk rock rose colored room
We made 1944
Givin’ up on havin’ tomorrow-ho
Kings of swing
Everybody out on the floor say hey
Kings of swing
Share the romance all in your head whoa
Kings of swing
Stomp a number rattle the floor say hey
Jump Up
Swing Out
Kings of Swing
Kings of swing
Kings of swing
Kings of swing
Kings of swing
Kings of swing
Kings of swing
Givin’ up on havin’ tomorrow-ho
Kings of swing
Everybody out on the floor say hey
Kings of swing
Share the romance all in your head whoa
Kings of swing
Stomp a number rattle the floor say hey
Jump Up
Swing Out
Kings of Swing
Swing
Kings of Swing
Woo
Kings of Swing
Swing
Kings of Swing
Woo
Kings of Swing
Swing
Kings of Swing
Woo
Gents and flappers
Backbeat clappers
Swells from hell who rolled in dapper
Get hoppin' to the showstoppers (Kings of swing)
Those festive western juice poppers (Kings of swing)
Salty singin'
Sultry swingin' (Kings of swing)
Give a big 'un
Let 'em hear ya (Kings of swing)
Cherry Poppin' Daddies