Music everywhere, feet are pattin'
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Puttin' tempo in old manhattan
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Everybody is out high hattin'
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Spreadin' rhythm around
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Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin'
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Drums and saxophones rip and tearin'
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Everybody you meet is rarin'
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Spreadin' rhythm around
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Up in harlem in every flat they give it that zing
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Which according to one and all is what they call swing
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Those who can't afford silk and satin
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Dance with gigolos who are latin
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Come from yonkers, the bronx and staten
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Spreadin' rhythm around
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Spreadin' Rhythm Around
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| Billie Holiday |
