(Every Time They Play The) Sabre Dance - The Andrews Sisters, Арам Ильич Хачатурян

My heart begins to tingle when the bells begin to jingle

Zig-idee, zing, zing, zing, zig-I-dee zing zing

Ev’ry time they play the sabre dance

My heart beats try to capture all the rhythm and the rapture;

Zig-idee, zing, zing, zing, zig-I-dee zing zing

Ev’ry time they play the sabre dance

I love the spell I’m under when the drums begin to thunder

Boom-I-dee boom boom, boom-I-dee boom boom

Like the tempo of a tropic rain

When I hear trumpets blaring I can feel adventure flaring

Ra-ta-ta tat tat, ra-ta-ta tat tat

I am in a mood I can’t explain

I drift to an isle of perfume where summer roses eternally bloom

There in a golden gleam waits my one wonderful dream;

Music take me don’t forsake me

Let me be a ship lost at sea that the winds rock and roll;

Whirling, swirling, twirling, out of control

That music drives me crazy

Ev’rything becomes so hazy;

Drums are booming, cellos zooming

Cymbals crashing, sabres flashing in a willy nilly sort of way

I seem to hear it night and day;

Blending in romantic fashion, melody, moonlight and passion

Riding high on heaven’s highway

Purple stars are guiding my way;

I am like a comet whizzing by

Just when I get the feeling that the universe

Is reeling, suddenly the song is ending;

And I find that I’m descending like a star

Toppling!

Twisting!

Tumbling!

And down and down and down and down and

Roun' and roun' and roun' and roun' and

Down and down and down and down

And I begin to spin into a trance

Ev’ry time they play that sabre dance