Wrap me in a package, send it overnight mail
To the Syncopated City by the underground rail
Gotta hear some Jazz up on bad old Broadway
Need some razzmatazz, blow some backbeat my way
Gonna go - Syncopated City
And that Jazz - soundin' mighty pretty
Gonna get - down inside The Apple tonight, tonight, tonight
Meet me on the A Train, take the old MTA
I'll be headin down to Bleecker where the Bluesmen all play
Up in Lincoln Plaza we'll be dancin' all night
Then gimme some tomorrow, there'll be no end in sight
Gonna stay - Syncopated City
And those Blues - diddy me wa diddy
Look for me - down inside The Apple tonight, tonight, tonight
There's a rolling poly-rhythm with the upbeats on top
And a pulse that keeps on pushing 'til your Be knows how to Bop
You've got one foot tipping this way and the other tapping that
Syncopated situations from your heels up through your hat
Call in the morning, tell the boss that I'm gone
'Cause the sun'll catch us moving to the slow beats at Dawn
Underneath a bridge, where the music won't stop
Huddled up where lights are blown out
Keep it down, or we'll get thrown out
Tell the bassman, keep an eye out for the sleepy-eyed cop...
It's the life - Syncopated City
Still can't sleep - feeling kind of giddy
Must have been - down inside The Apple all night, all night, all night
Ooo, Syncopated City
Ooo yeah, yeah, yeah, Syncopated City
