Classic Poem

Charleston, Charleston,
Made in Carolina
Some dance, some prance
I'll say,
There's nothing finer than the

Charleston, Charleston,
Lord, how you can shuffle,
Ev'ry step you do
Leads to something new,
Man I'm telling you,
It's a lapazoo:

Buck dance, Wing dance,
Will be a back number,
But the Charleston, the new Charleston
That dance is surely a comer.

Some time,
You'll dance it one time,
The dance called the Charleston,
Made in South Caroline!