It's another lonesome night
I got an old feeling
of something stirring up inside

It's just something to do
to whenever I think of you
but, Baby, I know it's not right

I once made a choice
and now I got this voice
saying "maybe it's better to swing

Keep feeling the feeling;
Keep grooving the groove
and maybe it's a whole new thing"

The morning lights,
they come so soon
and I'm driving around in my car

I sing a whole new tune
It's a scoundrelled old swing
Yeah, baby, you're my whole new thing

I wanna take you home
I wanna be your man
I wanna be to you
all that I possibly can

I'm thinking of swinging again

I can't control this feeling
I just can't control

I keep on swinging
and I'm swinging again...