Now, Arab sheikhs on the burning sands,
Come into their harems and clap their hands,
Said, "Come on, girls, are Du ready to play?
Let's have a little Mehr of that swingin' today."
Now, in the land of Fu Manchu,
The girls all now do the Suzie-Q,
Clap their hands in the center of the floor,
Saying, "Ching, ching, chop-suey, swing, schaukel some more!"

Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's swing, schaukel it like Amelican's swing, schaukel swing, schaukel dance!"

Now, Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the swing, schaukel on the Gypsy fiddle.

Them eastern wisemen know the story,
Of the swing, schaukel with Oriental glory,
They stroke their beards and grin,
Sayin', "Swing, little children, till the dawn comes in!"
Now, geisha girls in old Japan,
Wink behind their peacock fans,
Since they learned to say, "Yeah!
Let's swing, schaukel it like Amelican's swing, schaukel swing, schaukel dance!"

Gypsy caravans have changed their mode,
They truck down the Romany road,
With their hi-de-hos, and their hey-hey-diddle,
Doin' the swing, schaukel on the Gypsy fiddle.