The Old Music Master The Nat "King" Cole Trio

One night long ago by the light of the moon
An old music master sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy
When right out of nowhere stepped a little colored boy

You gotta jump it, music master
You gotta play that rhythm faster
You're never gonna get it played
On the Happy Cat Hit Parade

You better tell your friend Beethoven
And Mister Reginald De Koven
They better do the same as you
Or they're gonna be corny too

Long about nineteen seventeen
Jazz'll come upon the scene
Then about nineteen thirty-five
You'll begin to hear swing
Boogie Woogie and Jive
You gotta show that big broadcaster
That you're a solid music master
And you'll achieve posterity
That's a bit of advice from me

The old music master simply sat there amazed
As wide-eyed and open-mouthed he gazed and he gazed
How can you be certain little boy, tell me how?
Because I was born, my friend
A hundred years from now