[Intro – spoken, playful] Put down the phones, push back the chairs, if the music starts, then your feet go there. [Verse 1] Grandma’s got some records from nineteen-forty-two, needle hits the vinyl and the room shifts too. Snow taps rhythm on the window frame, somewhere in the hallway someone calls my name. Dad trips over tinsel, Mom rolls up her sleeves, kids in fuzzy socks doing spins on their knees. Dishes in the sink, bills off to the side, but the trumpet starts to shout and the mood turns tide. [Pre-Chorus] Count it in, two-three-four, swing that door right off the floor. [Chorus] Swing the Christmas blues away, shake the dust off one more day. Spin your worries, drop them on the beat, let December move your feet. Swing the Christmas blues away, laugh so loud the ghosts can’t stay. If the world felt heavy, out of tune, kick-ball-change it round the room. [Verse 2] Neighbor’s at the doorway with a half-wrapped gift, gets pulled in the circle by a sudden wrist lift. Someone starts a shimmy with a candy cane, someone loses count and just freestyles the pain. Tree leans sideways from a clumsy swing, cat is on the curtain like a jungle king. We’re off the rhythm, but we’re on the joy, no one’s checking who looks cool or who’ll annoy. [Pre-Chorus 2] Snap your doubt on two and four, leave your sadness at the door. [Chorus] Swing the Christmas blues away, shake the dust off one more day. Spin your worries, drop them on the beat, let December move your feet. Swing the Christmas blues away, laugh so loud the ghosts can’t stay. If the year felt broken, rough and rude, swing it into a better mood. [Bridge – call & response] [Call] Who said grown-ups don’t know how to dance? [Resp] Watch us trip and still advance. [Call] Who said winter’s only cold and dark? [Resp] Hear that saxophone remark. [Call] Raise your heart like a spare glass high, [Resp] toast to “we’re still here, we try.” [All] If the days were hard to cope, kick it into triple-step hope. [Breakdown – shout chorus] Hop, hop, swing and hop, don’t let all that swing-heart stop. Step-step, rock the floor, leave your worries by the door. Spin-spin, laugh and slide, let the trumpet be your guide. If you’ve got one night to choose, swing the weight off all your blues. [Final Chorus] Swing the Christmas blues away, shake the dust off one more day. Spin your fears into the air, let them vanish with a flare. Swing the Christmas blues away, under lights that flicker, stray. If tomorrow brings the same old storm, you still had this night to dance it warm. [Outro – spoken, over band vamp] When the record crackles and the needle stops, we’ll still be here, slightly breathless, but less broken.
