oscar peterson
stompin' at the savoy
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 clingin' vine Your lips, as warm and sweet as wine Your cheek, so soft and close to mine, divine.  How my heart is singin' While the band is swingin' Never tired of rompin' An' Stompin' with you at the Savoy  What joy, a perfect holiday Savoy, where we can glide and sway There let me stomp away with you  Savoy, Savoy, Savoy.