Fifty Years of Swing

[intro]
One, two, three — let the records play
Grandma's dress, Grandpa's grin, fifty years today

[verse]
They met at the hall where the trumpets would blare
He spilled punch on her shoes, she didn't care
He practiced his steps in the kitchen at night
She'd laugh and say "Harold, you're holding me too tight"

[chorus]
Fifty years of swing, still turning round
Same old song, but the love don't slow down
From a borrowed tux to a gold band on her hand
They never missed a beat — dance while you can
Fifty years of swing, come take a spin
The best two dancers the dance floor has ever seen

[verse]
The kids came along, the records wore thin
Dancing in the driveway when the summer rolled in
Grandpa hums Basie when he's paying the bills
She catches his eye across the windowsill

[chorus]
Fifty years of swing, still turning round
Same old song, but the love don't slow down
From a borrowed tux to a gold band on her hand
They never missed a beat — dance while you can

[bridge]
So pour the champagne, turn the lamp down low
Watch 'em shuffle-stepping, stealing the show
If you ask 'em the secret, they'll just shake their heads:
"Keep holding on tight, even when the music's dead"

[chorus]
Fifty years of swing, still turning round
Same old song, but the love don't slow down
From a borrowed tux to a gold band on her hand
They never missed a beat — dance while you can

[outro]
One more spin, one more song
Fifty years — and they're still going strong