Swingin' at the Séance

["Pomp and Circumstance"] In a house upon a rock along a country side At precisely twelve o'clock, the spokes begin to rise

Swinging at the seance twill ticks Swing it at the seance, hot licks with the medium in trance How that horn begin to play Swing it at the seance, firemen Swing it at the seance, jive men When the trumpet blasted out All the soups begin to shout That music came through so sweetly low down yet nobody knew who was riff riff riff and around

Swingin' at the seance to my clothes Swingin' at the seance to blue notes why the trumpet could have won a cup It's a jive and broke the sea and some And who do you think they've got no way Not no one else but believe me Swing it at the seance, well, takes swing it at the seance, hot licks with the medium

and trends, how that horn begin to dance. swing it at the seance black coats swing it at the seance blue notes why the trumpet could have one of them it's jiving broke the seance of and who do you think is the rip on a way no one else but Billy may