The Saint Vitus Rag 1912

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 Aug 2006
2006

Come here quick, I'm getting sick
there's a feeling stealing over me
like some lunatic;
my brain's getting thick
I'm just as nervous as I can be,
It's all on account of that tune,
can't you hear it?
Listen, then you will;
'twill start you to jumping very soon,
it's so entrancing,
you really can't keep still.
Come over here,
just lend your ear,
Oh! Please draw near,
so you can hear

That quaint Saint Vitus Rag
it makes you feel like you're on a jag
a feeling comes a stealing
down the spine of your back.
It keeps your body moving
like a Jumping Jack.
Your head and feet both start to wag
it makes you go, no time to lag
it keeps your jumping brain a bumping
all the time when they are thumping
that quaint Saint Vitus Rag.

That quaint Saint Vitus Rag
it makes you feel like you're on a jag
a feeling comes a stealing
down the spine of your back.
It keeps your body moving
like a Jumping Jack.
Your head and feet both start to wag
it makes you go, no time to lag
it keeps your jumping brain a bumping
all the time when they are thumping
that quaint Saint Vitus Rag.

Hear that band, it's simply grand
take me sliding, gliding in a trance
don't know where I'll land
I can hardly stand
I seem to have that Saint Vitus Dance,
sweet music near drives me insane,
don't you hear it
ringing in the air?
I'm sure they are playing it again,
because the people are whistling ev'rywhere.
Come on let's sway
Oh! Don't delay
twostep this way
and hear them play

That quaint Saint Vitus Rag
it makes you feel like you're on a jag
a feeling comes a stealing
down the spine of your back.
It keeps your body moving
like a Jumping Jack.
Your head and feet both start to wag
it makes you go, no time to lag
it keeps your jumping brain a bumping
all the time when they are thumping
that quaint Saint Vitus Rag.

That quaint Saint Vitus Rag
it makes you feel like you're on a jag
a feeling comes a stealing
down the spine of your back.
It keeps your body moving
like a Jumping Jack.
Your head and feet both start to wag
it makes you go, no time to lag
it keeps your jumping brain a bumping
all the time when they are thumping
that quaint Saint Vitus Rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Saint Vitus Rag 1912
Music by J. Rosamond Johnson
Lyrics by J. Leubrie Hill
© MCMXII by Jerome H.Remick & Co.  N.Y. & Detroit
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, london UK
on Sunday 13 August 2006 at 7.53pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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