allichan

Play your trumpets louder, boys - Let's hear that trombone sound. You're gettin' paid to make some noise; The dames are crowdin' 'round. The chaps have finished sippin' gin And now it's time to dance. They want a tune to dip and spin And kick up some romance. A young thing needs a break at night From white barrage balloons, From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite, Junkers across the moon. The music's really pickin' up. The piano's lost a string. There's no one in a smoky club But loves a chance to swing. It's hard to hear the sirens wail - The saxophone is grand - For death is sorry, weak and pale But life's a big swing b