Tasting like forbidden fruit,

Our kissing lips did meet,

Start of paradise for two,

Sam Cooke singing sweet.

Swinging you in the mood,

A jazzy man a lyrical man,

Swinging it, oh yeah man,

Let’s swing it yes we can.

Pumping trumpets, cornets,

Painting loves and sorrows,

Symbolizing life’s going on,

More tomorrows tomorrow.

Swell Sam, oh yeah man,

O’ accompany me tonight!

One mo’ time Oooh,

Baby It feels alright.

I’m feeling a sweet feeling,

Slipping in you like a glove,

Kings sup secret dreams,

T’night we’re sipping love.