Down, Down, Down - Count Basie & His Orchestra

Why are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above?

What makes a fellow start thinkin' of fallin' in love?

It’s not the season, the reason is plain as the moon

It’s just Elmer’s tune

What makes a lady of eighty go out on the loose?

Why does a gander meander in search of a goose?

What puts the kick in a chicken, the magic in June?

It’s just Elmer’s tune

Listen, listen, there’s a lot you’re li’ble to be missin'

Sing it, swing it, any old way and any old time

The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat

The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street

The city charmer, the farmer, the man in the moon

All sing Elmer’s tune

Why are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above?

What makes a fellow start thinkin' of fallin' in love?

It’s not the season, the reason is plain as the moon

It’s just Elmer’s tune

What makes a lady of eighty go out on the loose?

Why does a gander meander in search of a goose?

What puts the kick in a chicken, the magic in June?

It’s just Elmer’s tune

Listen, listen, there’s a lot you’re li’ble to be missin'

Sing it, swing it, any old way and any old time

The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat

The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street

The city charmer, the farmer, the man in the moon

All sing Elmer’s tune