[A lone saxophone plays a sultry, swinging intro, then the upright bass and brushed snare drum kick in with a medium-tempo swing] [Verse 1] The papers shout, the preachers moan and grieve The modern world's a sight you won't believe The kids are readin' comic books, oh me, oh my! And movies show a fella kiss a gal goodbye! They say society is on the skids Because of what we're showin' to the kids The whole darn world is going straight to pot But I can tell you what's really got 'em hot... It's the jazz, oh, the jazz, that evil sound! That devil music makin' the rounds! Forget the worries and the global plight, The real disaster's what you'll hear tonight! It's a sinful trumpet and a moanin' sax Puttin' all the youngsters on the wrong tracks So bolt the doors and put on the chain That boogie-woogie beat is a moral drain [Verse 2] The fellas wear their zoot suits, what a crime! Wastin' fabric on the their daddy’s dime! The gals are jitterbuggin', spinnin' fast A tasteful foxtrot is a thing o' the past! They shake and shimmy with a wild disgrace All over this once-respectable place They jeer and mock and laugh at you But they don't see the trouble brewin' new... It's the jazz, oh, the jazz, that evil sound! That devil music makin' the rounds! Forget the worries and the global plight, The real disaster's what you'll hear tonight! It's a sinful trumpet and a moanin' sax Puttin' all the youngsters on the wrong tracks So bolt the doors and put on the chain That boogie-woogie beat is a moral drain! [Music gets slower, more bluesy and dramatic] That walking bass... a low-down, sinful stroll... They say that rhythm's gonna steal your soul A swinging beat? A wicked, pagan call! A simple riff will make the righteous fall! [Tempo snaps back to upbeat and swinging] It's the jazz, oh, the jazz, that evil sound! That devil music makin' the rounds! Forget the worries and the global plight, The real disaster's what you'll hear tonight! It's a sinful trumpet and a moanin' sax Puttin' all the youngsters on the wrong tracks So bolt the doors and put on the chain That boogie-woogie beat is a moral drain! [Saxophone takes a playful, intricate solo] A moral haze! Its not just a phase… It'll make you craaaaaaazy! These modern days... [Scatting as the music fades out] Boo-bee-doo-bop... watch out now!... Skiddly-wah Things never really change
