Swayin' at The Mood Swing

Verse 1 Step inside, the neon hums, velvet whispers on the air, saxophone is sultry, brass is flashing starlit flair. Floorboards talk in tap and tire, corkscrew smiles in tow, The Mood Swing’s got the fever, and the night’s about to blow. Cool cats tipping fedoras, dames with laughter like champagne, put your worries in the cloakroom, leave your nothin’ in the rain. Pre-Chorus Piano winks, the drummer grins, the horn section’s primed to sing— come on down, cut a line, let your heartbeat find the swing. Chorus We’re swayin’ at The Mood Swing, honey, where the jazz lights glow, hot brass blows the heatwave, and the rhythm steals the show. Swayin’ at The Mood Swing, baby, let your hair hang free, cut loose, spin slow, feel the night set you to sea. Verse 2 Velvet rope and gumshoe tales, a trumpet slides like silk, moonlight in a martini, velvet, honey, and milk. Footwork like a heartbeat, shoes that shimmy sly, spin a partner, dip the world, toss your cares up to the sky. Bass walks steady, heartbeat heavy, trombone moans a sweet hello, every corner’s got a story, every corner’s got a glow. Pre-Chorus Snare crack snaps the midnight, cymbals clap the thing— swing your sorrows off your shoulders, ride the rhythm’s wing. Chorus We’re swayin’ at The Mood Swing, honey, where the jazz lights glow, hot brass blows the heatwave, and the rhythm steals the show. Swayin’ at The Mood Swing, baby, let your hair hang free, cut loose, spin slow, feel the night set you to sea. Bridge (Instrumental shout-call feel — singable lines) Horns holler, saxes croon, piano tickles silver tins, call the band, strike the chord, let the jitterbug begin. One-two-three, the room ignites, feet fly like summer wings— every heartbeat’s keeping time with The Mood Swing’s swing. Breakdown (Quiet, warm) Lean in close, hear the clarinet confess the sweetest thing, whispered promises in brass, only nights like this can bring. Cool breeze through open windows, city lights like scattered beads, we’re the soundtrack of a midnight that the morning kindly needs. Chorus (Big band lift) We’re swayin’ at The Mood Swing, honey, where the jazz lights glow, hot brass blows the heatwave, and the rhythm steals the show. Swayin’ at The Mood Swing, baby, let your hair hang free, cut loose, spin slow, feel the night set you to sea. Outro (Big finish, shout-style) So slide on in, you hep-cat lovers, grab your coat of moonlit dreams, The Mood Swing’s got the medicine, the melody, the steam. One last trumpet wink, one last drum-kissed fling— goodnight, good luck, keep swayin’ at The Mood Swing.