Nothing's as old as last year's rhythm, nothing's forgotten so soon
Nothing's as dated as last year's syncopated tune
Ragtime is dead and so is jazz, and swing will leave us cold
There's only one kind of music that never grows old

An old-fashioned tune always is new
It never seems to go out of style

For just when you start thinking it's through
It comes down from the shelf with a smile

A simple melody will always linger
I mean the kind you pick out with one finger

If you have some thoughts rhyming with June
Express them in an old-fashioned tune