Grandma was a lady, a sweet jazz baby in 1922
She ran away one summer with a jazz drummer
That played in a flood day review
It was speakies, and nights, bright city lights
Charleston in the rain,
Sweet 16, jazz band queen, she's leavin' on a New York Train
Sweet Jazz Babies crying
I may get old too soon
So I'm gonna dance, the night away
Below that old Manhattan moon
Small town baby, a Sweet Jazz Baby, lover of the game
But all those summers, and jazz band drummers
Their lost in a CP rain
She remembers the time with the sparkling wine
It set her fancy free
Flap her days, they slipped away, to weigh a box full of memories
Sweet Jazz Babies crying
I may get old too soon
So I'm gonna dance, the night away
Below that old Manhattan moon
(Instrumental)
Sweet Jazz Babies crying
I may get old too soon
So I'm gonna dance, the night away
Below that old Manhattan moon
