Gramophone Fever
Vodoo Swing
(Hey, up, up, turn it up now)
Patent leather shoes shining in the neon light
Tailored to perfection, we own the stage tonight
The clock is ticking loud but we don't care at all
We're crossing over boundaries, breaking down the wall
Got the swing in my veins, a mystery to unfold
Classics from the past turning into gold
Shake your shoulders, let your heels hit the floor
The night is calling out for a wild encore
Can you hear the wind? It's starting to blow
The old-school trumpets ready to explode
Forget your troubles, throw the clock away
Let the needle crash and the speakers play
It's the fever, the gramophone fever
Dance to this rhythm, make 'em a believer
Roaring twenties body, future on your feet
Spin it all around, let it take the street
Swing, electro-swing
(Move it, move it, swing)
Top hats are floating all across the pub
Drinking up the rhythm, lights inside the club
A modern-day Charleston on a synthesizer
Old-school jazz ghosts making us wiser
No rules are written for this crazy crowd
Nostalgia and distortion, turning it up loud
One step forward, jump into the past
Once you start moving, the spell is cast
Can you hear the wind? It's starting to blow
The old-school trumpets ready to explode
Forget your troubles, throw the clock away
Let the needle crash and the speakers play
It's the fever, the gramophone fever
Dance to this rhythm, make 'em a believer
Roaring twenties body, future on your feet
Spin it all around, let it take the street
Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to our time machine
Adjust your bowties, prep your dancing shoes
Because the bass Is about to hit
(Swing it, ah, ah, dance to it)
Du-ba-da-ba-doo-bam, swing it again
The vinyl fades out, the night is now done
But the needle in your mind has only begun
Gramophone fever
See you at the next station