The Irish Rovers - Sweet Jazz Babies lyrics

Grandma was a lady, a sweet jazz baby in 1922 She ran away one summer with a jazz drummer That played in a flood day review It was speakies, and nights, bright city lights Charleston in the rain, Sweet 16, jazz band queen, she's leavin' on a New York Train Sweet Jazz Babies crying I may get old too soon So I'm gonna dance, the night away Below that old Manhattan moon Small town baby, a Sweet Jazz Baby, lover of the game But all those summers, and jazz band drummers Their lost in a CP rain She remembers the time with the sparkling wine It set her fancy free Flap her days, they slipped away, to weigh a box full of memories Sweet Jazz Babies crying I may get old too soon So I'm gonna dance, the night away Below that old Manhattan moon (Instrumental) Sweet Jazz Babies crying I may get old too soon So I'm gonna dance, the night away Below that old Manhattan moon