Letras
Ladies and gentlemen, fellas in uniform, gals in your prettiest dresses
All you swingin' jitterbugs, hep cats, and solid senders packin' this hangar tonight
Good evenin' and welcome
This is your ol' pal radar vectors
Comin' to ya straight from the control tower of fun
Right here under these big steel rafters in 1944
Take a good look around, folks
See those sleek fighters and bombers sittin' quiet for once
Wings folded, props still, waitin' for tomorrow's mission
Hear that low hum of the generators
Smell that mix of high octane fuel, hot coffee
An evening in paris perfume
That's the smell of a saturday night when the war's on hold for a couple hours
The only dogfight goin' on is on the dance floor
We've been tearin' it up all evenin
Couples lindy hoppin' so fast the rivets are shakin' loose from the ceiling
But hold everything, everybody, hold everything
Because tonight
Tonight we've got somethin' that'll make your eyes pop
And your jaws drop lower than a B-17 on final approach
Now listen close, 'cause this one's a whopper
While our fellas are out there pushin' the envelope in P-51 mustangs and P-38 lightnings
Somebody upstairs, maybe the same gremlins who hide the wrenches
Pulled off the slickest trick this war's ever seen
We've got ourselves a genuine, bona fide time traveler right here in our hangar
That's right, straight outta the year twenty twenty six
Twenty twenty six, ladies and gentlemen
More than eighty years from where we're standin' tonight
The war's long over, the boys came home, the jets got faster, the music kept evolvin
And swing, good ol' american swing, never really went away
It just got bigger, wilder, and a whole lot more acrobatic
This special guest didn't come to give us lectures about flyin' cars
Or takin' pictures on your wristwatch
No sir, they are here for one reason and one reason only
To show every last one of you, the finest swing music to the bravest hearts of 1944
What the swing music of the future sounds like