One and two and three and four We practice every day That’s the way the old professor Teaches us to play
One and two and three and four A million times or more Still we keep on practicing Till he steps out the door
And then we start grooving Things really get moving When we begin proving That jazz is a ball
What frantic stars Are popping on our collars Till somebody hollers Here comes the professor down the hall
One and two and three and four He finds us in our seats One and two and three and four Still counting out the beats
As he looks around the room He gives a little smile Wonder if he know what’s We’ve been up to all the while
And again we start grooving Things really get moving When we begin proving That jazz is a ball
What frantic stars Are popping on our collars Till somebody hollers Here comes the professor down the hall, cha cha cha
One and two and three and four He finds us in our seats One and two and three and four Still counting out the beats
As he looks around the room He gives a little smile Wonder if he know what’s We’ve been up to all the whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
