[Verse]

Oh, he struts through town with his cane in hand,

Dancing to a tune that he’s carefully planned.

His feet tap the rhythm, his smile gleams bright,

The King of Swing owns the moonlit night.

[Chorus]

He's the mover and shaker, the leader of the band,

With music so smooth, like gold in the sand.

From bebop to blues, he’s got the zing,

A toast to the man – the Swingin' King!

[Verse 2]

The world slows down when his trumpet cries,

He weaves a melody ‘neath the smoky skies.

Each note a treasure, each pause a dream,

He’s the thread in the city’s jazzy seam.

[Bridge]

He spins gypsy tales with a sly little grin,

Slides down the keys with that magic within.

Sleek shadows sway as he plays his song,

The night is his court, where all hearts belong.

[Chorus]

He's the mover and shaker, the leader of the band,

With music so smooth, like gold in the sand.

From bebop to blues, he’s got the zing,

A toast to the man – the Swingin' King!

[Verse 3]

When the lights go low, and the night turns slow,

He whispers a ballad where lovers go.

His heart beats steady, a swaying sound,

A serenade felt for miles around.

[Chorus]

He's the mover and shaker, the leader of the band,

With music so smooth, like gold in the sand.

From bebop to blues, he’s got the zing,

A toast to the man – the Swingin' King!