Stompin at The Savoy

Chasing the Moon
Sampson, Webb, Goodman, Razaf


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 a swine

Your cheek, 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