The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers - George Formby

There's a band of syncopators

And they're all first raters

Every night excitement is intense

When the leader waves his baton

You want to keep your hat on

Its like a hurricane when they commence

It's a real hot rhythm band

It's the finest in the land

The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

Of instruments they've quite a few

A trombone hambone wishbone too

The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

They swing high and low for all they are worth

They ought to take another swing

And swing off the earth

At dance halls they make such a din

The floor gives way and the roof falls in

On the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

The drummer bangs his drum with pride

You'd think his missus was inside

With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

My music's upside down one said

So he played it standing on his head

With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

They swing high and low for all they are worth

They ought to take another swing

And swing off the earth

You ought to hear 'em playing Faust

They play it better when they're soused

The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

The cornet player no longer blows

So he plays his cornet through his nose

With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

Their crooner we bought him a wreath

Because he swallowed his false teeth

With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

They swing high and low for all they are worth

They ought to take another swing

And swing off the earth

They broadcast once but holy snakes

We'd three typhoons and four earthquakes

Through the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

Their conductor makes a fuss he swanks

Cause he conducts a bus

And the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

One chap's got no roof to his mouth

You ought to hear him croon down south

With the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers

They swing high and low for all they are worth

They ought to take another swing

And swing off the earth

They blast and blow and blow and blast

You blast each blast folks that's the last

Of the Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers