Lyrics:
Song Swing

swing afternoon And, ooh, ooh, feel that breeze blowin' The sun will be goin' down soon On an old front porch swing afternoon It's an old front porch swing

, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing Charlie Ching Make his sing song swing With a tingaling

[Instrumental]

Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. Sing Me A Swing Song (And Let Me Dance).

: Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos Everybody

Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos Everybody knows

show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing

: Taken for granted am I / Yet I know he meant it out of love / But am I really his punching bag? / No! I'm really just his son / Recognition's lost

home Swing low sweet, sweet, sweet, chariot, chariot Coming forth to carry me home Swing down chariots won't you let me ride (oh swing) Swing down chariots