Stompin' At The Savoy

Stompin' At The Savoy - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特郎)

Savoy, the home of sweet romance

Savoy, it wins you with a glance

Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance

Your old form just like a clinging vine

Your lips so warm and sweet as wine

Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine

How my heart is singing

While the band is swinging

I'm never tired of romping

And stomping with you at the Savoy

What joy,

A perfect hoilday Savoy,

Where we can glide and sway Savoy,

Let me stomp away with you

The home of sweet romance

It wins you at a glance

Gives happy feet a chance to dance

Just like a clinging vine

So soft and sweet as wine

So soft and close to mine, divine

How my heart is singing

While the band is swinging

I'm never, never, never tired of romping

And stomping with you at the Savoy

What joy,

A perfect hoilday Savoy,

Where we can glide and sway Savoy

Let me stomp away with you