Lyrics
With each steady beat, the street comes alive Melody weaving like a bee to its hive The sax joins in with a sultry tune It's a jam session under the silver moon Eyes are gleaming, everybody's beaming, feeling right We'll be dancing till the morning light Ragtime playin' on the street corner Clarinets wailin' with that old-time warnin' Banjos strummin', feel the beat a-hummin' Feet are tappin', hands are clappin', jumpin' [Verse 2] Pianos pound out that syncopated rhythm Trumpets flare up, oh how they hit 'em The crowd gathers as the tuba starts to roar Trombones slide in with the sounds we adore Fingers snapping, the bass is slapping, pure delight Under the moonlight, it's a musical night [Chorus] It's the ragtime sound, got us spinning around In smokey halls (smokey halls) A fiddle sings with antique grace High hats hiss in perfect time With toe-tapping beats in this lively space Crowd's moving, the groove is proving all so fine We're swingin’ hard through the ragtime sign
