[Verse] Tapping keys in a syncopated dance, I’m a relic of a time-lapse chance, From the speakeasies to the streaming age, Trying to stay fresh on this digital stage. [Verse 2] My fingers fly on ivories once adored, Now fighting bytes and pixels I deplore, With rhythms hot and melodies true, Old-school syncopation in a high-tech zoo. [Chorus] Oh, won’t you swing with me, Through this digital sea, I’m a ragtime king in a pixel dream, Boogie-woogie will set you free. [Bridge] There's a charm in these antique notes, As the algorithm dotes and quotes, But the heart of jazz, it never fades, Even in these binary cascades. [Verse 3] I’m a time-traveling troubadour, With a syncopated beat at my core, Through LEDs and cyber lore, I keep the jazz spirit we adore. [Chorus] Oh, won’t you swing with me, Through this digital sea, I’m a ragtime king in a pixel dream, Boogie-woogie will set you free.
