Verse 1 Shined-up shoes on a downtown floor, Buddy tips his hat before he hits the door. Silver tie flickers in the club light's glow, Snap of his fingers says he's ready to go. Chorus Oh, Buddy steps in style, Fedora tilted just right. Every move got that smile, He swings through the night. Oh, Buddy, step in style— Jazz follows his stride. Verse 2 Crowd parts easy when he strolls on through, Orange suit sharp like the sky at noon. Trumpets hush quiet just to watch him glide, He nods to the band with a spark in his eye. Chorus Oh, Buddy steps in style, Fedora tilted just right. Every move got that smile, He swings through the night. Oh, Buddy, step in style— Jazz follows his stride. Bridge Clap of his heel, tap of the ground, Bass starts to walk when they hear that sound. Every spotlight knows his name, Even the sax breathes out his fame. Outro Spin of his coat, a grin wide and sly, He don’t need wings just to fly. Buddy steps out with flair so fine— Style in his veins, rhythm in his mind.
