Along the mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays a tune
His sheep never stray
Dancin' all day
Until they see the palin' yellow moon
And then he leads his flock
And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
 [bad word] 
This i-is something really extra special
ditty we like to do just for you
It's the onliest swinginest grooviest thingy that we've ever done
And if you like it then before we are [bad word] Then you ought to move along groove and join this song and I don't have to repeat
It's swing!
Ah yes!
Now [bad word]  Wooh!