Lyrics: Soundtrack Artists. Ballin' The Jack.

JO and HARRY:
From coast to coast, from Canada to Mexico,
they're doing a new dance the tried and true.
Yes, it will sweep the land, and you'll think it's so grand.
You'll have to learn how to do it, so pleasedon't poo poo it.
'Cause we got this little dance, it's gonna rise to fame.
It's sure to put most any other dance to shame.
The Turkey Trot, the Bunny Hug, the Tickly Toe,
will be forgotten when we start to go. Mr. Leader,
won't you start the syncopation,
and we'll begin our little demonstration.
Now, first, you put your two knees close up tight,
then you sway 'em to the left, and you sway 'em to the right.
Step around the floor kinda nice
and light then you twist around and twist around with all of your might.
Stretch your lovin' arms straight out in space,
then you do the Eagle Rock with style and grace.
Swing your foot way 'round and bring it back,
now that's what I call Ballin' the Jack

JO:
Now,Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinkin',
said his wifey dear.
Now that things are peaceful and calm the boys will soon be back on the farm.
Mister Reuben started winkin' and slowly rubbed his chin,
he pulled his chair up close to moher and he asked her with a grin,
"H-h-h-how ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Paree?"
How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway?
Jazzin' around and paintin' the town.
How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm?That's the mystery.
They'll never want to see a rake a plow,
and who the heck can parley-vous a cow?
H-h-h-how ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Paree?

(MEN join)
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Paree?
How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway?
Jazzin' around and paintin' the town.
How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm?
That's the mystery.

JO:
Imagine Reuben when he meets his pa, he'll kiss his cheek and holler,"Oo-la-la!"
ALL:
How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen,
after they've seen, after they've seen Paree?

Where Do We Go From Here?
MEN:
Where do we go from here, boys?
Where do we go from here?
Anywhere from Harlem to be here.
When Pat would spy a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear,
"Oh joy! Oh boy! Where do we go from here?
(JO joins in)Where do we go from here, boys?
Where do we go from here? Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill,
and make him she a tear.
And when

MEN:
we see the enemy we'll (JO joins in) shoot him in the rear.
Oh, joy! Oh, boy! Where do we go from here?