Stompin’ at the Savoy Songtext
von Anita O’Day

Savoy, the home of sweet romance
Savoy, it wins you at a glance
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance

Your form, just like a clingin′ vine
Your lips, as warm and sweet as wine
Your cheeks, so soft and close to mine, divine

How my heart is singin'
While the band is swingin′
Never tired of rompin'
And stompin' with you at the Savoy

What joy, a perfect holiday
Savoy, where we can glide and sway
Savor then let me run away with you


Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Oh, how my heart is singin′
While the band is swingin′
Never tired of rompin'
Stompin′ with you at the Savoy

What joy, a perfect holiday
Savoy, where we can glide and sway
Savoy, then let me romp away
With you

Savoy
What joy
With you