Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Stompin' At The Savoy lyrics

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 clinging vine, Your lips so warm and sweet as wine, Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine. How my heart is singing, While the band is swinging, Never tired of romping and stomping with you at the Savoy. What joy - a perfect holiday, Savoy, where we can glide and sway, Savoy, there let me stomp away with you.