One and two and three and four We practice every day That's the way the old professor Teaches us to play One and two and three and four A million times or more Still we keep on practicing Till he steps out the door And then we start grooving Things really get moving When we begin proving That jazz is a ball What frantic stars Are popping on our collars Until somebody hollers Here comes the professor down the hall One and two and three and four He finds us in our seats One and two and three and four Still counting out the beats As he looks around the room He give a little smile Wonder if he know what's We've been up to all the while