You’ve heard all about your raggy melody, ev’rything from op’ra down to harmony. But I’ve a little song that I will sing to you. It’s gonna win you through and through. There ain’t much to the words but the music is grand, and you’ll be asinging it to beat the band. You’ve heard of the ticket and tasket it’s true, but give a little listen to this, will you? Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing. Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing. That’s a funny little bit of melody. It’s so shoothing and appealing to me. It goes Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing. Our bands have been digging back for tunes to be sung.
Operas and nurs’ry rhymes have been overdone. I dug a little deeper and I found this thing. It’s ragtime but it still can swing. It ain’t a turkeytrot or a shimmyonestep. But when grandma danced to it, she thought it was hep. It still is a ditty, I’m sure you will find, will keep a runnin’ ’round and around your mind. Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing. Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing. That’s a funny little bit of melody. It’s so shoothing and appealing to me. It goes Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Jing, Jing, Jing.
