Songs of Old

It's so easy to be breezy when the music Starts. I'm daffy for a catchy melody. To the beat I owe my soul. To face the music, how great a toll. I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old. I'm faithful to the format when the music starts. Whether it's romantic or a mystery. What a juke, easy to follow. Like a salted pill so easy to swallow. I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old. Hail the stars, hail the station. Calling in my dedication. Tuned here always to the songs of old. I tremble at the treble when the music starts. Beholden to the program's nominee. Strike the band and I'll start shaking. Crank the dial or my soul's a-breaking. I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old. Hail the stars, hail the station. Calling in my dedication. Tuned here always to the songs of old. Hail the stars, hail the station. Calling in my dedication. Tuned here always to the songs of old. Hail the stars, hail the station. Calling in my dedication. Tuned here always to the songs of old.