(Verse)

There's a cabaret in this city

I can recommend to you

Pops you up like electricity

When the band is blowing blue

They play nothing classic, oh no, down there

They crave nothing else but the lowdown there

If you need a tonic

And the need is chronic

If you're in a crisis

My advice is:



(Chorus)

Grab a cab and go down

To where the band is playing

Where milk and honey flow down

Where everyone is saying

"Blow that Sweet and Lowdown!"



Busy as a beaver

You'll dance until you totter

You're sure to get the fever

For nothing could be hotter

Oh, that sweet and lowdown



Philosopher or deacon

You simply have to weaken

Hear those shuffling feet

You can't keep your seat

Professor, start your beat



Come along, get in it

You'll love the syncopation

The minute they begin it

You're shouting to the nation

"Blow that Sweet and Lowdown!"