Ted koehler / jimmy mchugh
Music everywhere, feet are pattin
Puttin tempo in old manhattan
Everybody is out high hattin
Spreadin rhythm around
Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin
Drums and saxophones rip and tearin
Everybody you meet is rarin
Spreadin rhythm around
Up in harlem in every flat they give it that zing
Which according to one and all is what they call swing
Those who cant afford silk and satin
Dance with gigolos who are latin
Come from yonkers, the bronx and staten
Spreadin rhythm around
