Billie Holiday - Spreadin The Rhythm Around текст песни

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