Shake it %s memphis roll,
We tickle the ivories by the jazz club,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart ...