[Intro] [Fast rhythmic ragtime piano intro, brass joins in] (Vo-do-de-o-do!) [Verse 1] The lights are flashing bright inside the hall, Forget your worries, we're gonna have a ball. The sax is roaring, the bass begins to play, Tonight nobody’s gonna stay away. The flapper pearls are swinging to and fro, As if the world was just a magic show. (Vo-do-de-o-do!) [Chorus] [Explosive brass, driving rhythm] We do the Charleston, step by step, Come take your girl, let's show some pep! (Oh, yes, sir!) Our legs fly high, our hearts beat loud, We’re mixing with the roaring crowd. So swing and spring, the rhythm is hot, Give it everything you've got! [Verse 2] The bobbed hair’s sleek, the dress is short and fine, Tomorrow’s troubles are no concern of mine. (Hot-cha-cha!) The dance floor's burning, the rhythm hits the floor, If you ain't dancing, you're a total bore. A little wink, pass the champagne around, Our feet are lifting right off the ground. (Skidoo!) [Chorus] We do the Charleston, step by step, Come take your girl, let's show some pep! (Oh, yes, sir!) Our legs fly high, our hearts beat loud, We’re mixing with the roaring crowd. So swing and spring, the rhythm is hot, Give it everything you've got! [Verse 3] The morning dawn is creeping through the door, But we still crave for just a little more. The trumpet plays the very final chord, But this sweet rhythm never gets us bored. The Roaring Twenties shine so bright and grand, (Boop-boop-a-doop!) The wildest party in the whole wide land. [Bridge] [Music drops to solo ticking drums, building up tension] Hear the snare drum? The beat is getting low... [Fast syncopated ragtime piano cuts in] But no prohibition is gonna stop the show! The knees go in, the hands go out, It's time to let it all scream and shout: (Ra-da-da-da, let's go!) [Instrumental Solo] [Fast wild piano roll, roaring trumpet solo, rolling drums] (Play that thing!) [Big brass chord hold] [Chorus] [Full energy explosion, maximum tempo] We do the Charleston, step by step, Come take your girl, let's show some pep! (Oh, yes, sir!) Our legs fly high, our hearts beat loud, We’re mixing with the roaring crowd. So swing and spring, the rhythm is hot, Give it everything you've got! [Outro] [Big finish, final brass hit] (That’s the bee’s knees!) [End]
