Sweet and Lowdown

There's a cabaret in this city
I can recommend to you
Pops you up like electricity
When the band is blowing blue
They play nothing classic, oh no, down there
They crave nothing else but the lowdown there
If you need a tonic and the need is chronic
If you’re in a crisis my advice is:

Grab a cab and go down
To where the band is playing
Where milk and honey flow down
Where everyone is saying
"Blow that Sweet and Lowdown!"

Busy as a beaver
You'll dance until you totter
You're sure to get the fever
For nothing could be hotter
Oh, that sweet and lowdown

Philosopher or deacon
You simply have to weaken
Hear those shuffling feet
You can’t keep your seat
Professor, start your beat

Come along, get in it
You'll love the syncopation
The minute they begin it
You're shouting to the nation
"Blow that Sweet and Lowdown!"