text:  Not trying to shove it down your throat. Wooden forks, single note. But you know, have to jump the shot. Let your hand to say, this man is a swing arranger with a plan. He's the man to show us what it's all about. Louie, Louie, give it to me straight. Taxi boy, rising to the night. Swing and sway, Mr. Galloway. Thanks to you, I finally see the light.