Sweet memories of good old days
Bring us together on parade
You look so young in many ways
Shall we swing, shall we swing, swing again?

Duke's piano shook our heart and soul
Artie's beguine now still remains
Louis' trumpet soaring and noble
Shall we swing, shall we swing, swing again?

Let's sing enchanting melodies
Dance to the scene on silver screen
And when we play beautiful harmonies
It may turn out to be something we've never seen
Endless parade to the milky way
And we swing, yes we swing, swing again.