One and two and three and four
We practice every day
That’s the way the old professor
Teaches us to play
One and two and three and four
A million times or more
Still we keep on practicing
Till he steps out the door
And then we start grooving
Things really get moving
When we begin proving
That jazz is a ball
What frantic stars
Are popping on our collars
Until somebody hollers
Here comes the professor down the hall
One and two and three and four
He finds us in our seats
One and two and three and four
Still counting out the beats
As he looks around the room
He give a little smile
Wonder if he know what’s
We’ve been up to all the while
We practice every day
That’s the way the old professor
Teaches us to play
One and two and three and four
A million times or more
Still we keep on practicing
Till he steps out the door
And then we start grooving
Things really get moving
When we begin proving
That jazz is a ball
What frantic stars
Are popping on our collars
Until somebody hollers
Here comes the professor down the hall
One and two and three and four
He finds us in our seats
One and two and three and four
Still counting out the beats
As he looks around the room
He give a little smile
Wonder if he know what’s
We’ve been up to all the while
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