Como Swings

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Who live in my home town, Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people, Will never, ever, let you down! They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday, That's how the weekend goes! I've go

When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back the night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory evergreen! I'm with you once more under the stars And down by the shore an orchestra's playin' Even the palm