[luckyjimm]

Well, this is one of those swongs that you hear now and then,
You don't know just where and you don't know just when.
It's one of those swongs that are over and then,
It's one of those swongs that start playin' again.

Yes, it's just one of those swongs that you hear for awhile.
That comes into fashion then goes out of style.
It's one of those swongs that you think you forgot,
But it's one of those swongs you cannot.

Hey!

Because it’s one of those swongs that can make you recall
a ride in the spring time a walk in the fall,
A day in the country, a night on the town,
the sun coming up or the rain coming down
or else the evening you parted, the morning you met,
the love of your life you can never forget
the reason is simple the memory belongs
to one of those wonderful swongs

Because it’s one of those swongs that’s so easy to hear
You listen just once then you play it by ear
It’s hummed on Veranda’s it’s strummed on Guitars
It’s all you remember is “la da da da
but later on you recall it’s sung by the year
You may start to smile you may she'd a tear
You find that one part of your life time belongs
to one of those wonderful swongs,
to one of those wonderful swongs,
to one of those wonderful swongs!