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
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Oh we don’t know just why, It gets you so high, Putting a buzz in you
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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