Wacky Dust - Ella Fitzgerald
They call it wacky dust

It's from a hot cornet

It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And oh, it's so easy to get

They call it wacky dust

It brings a dancing jag

And once it starts, then only a
Sap'll refuse to Big Apple or Shag

Oh I don't know just why it gets you so high
Putting a buzz in you heart

You'll do a marathon you'll wanna go on
Kickin' the ceilin' apart

They call it wacky dust

It's something you can't trust

And in the end the rhythm will stop
When it does, then you'll drop
From happy wacky dust