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At the Jazz Band Ball
Dressed up fine, ready to swing in time,
I set that Satchmo spinning.
My right hand clicks, he plays his licks,
You know that it's beginning.
Hear Bing croon, you know that soon
All your thoughts'll be thinning.
A voice so smooth, let your soul soothe,
It sets my mouth a-grinning.
Sinatra, Nat King, add something
But you know that it's all
Bing and Satchmo, if you're dancing
At the Jazz Band Ball.
poem
by
Liam O'Brien
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