The Old Music Master

One night long ago by the light of the moon
 An old music master sat composing a tune
 His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy
 When right out of nowhere stepped
 A little colored boy
 You gotta jump it, music master
 You gotta play that rhythm faster
 You're never gonna get it played
 On the Happy Cat Hit Parade
 You better tell your friend Beethoven
 And Mister Reginald De Koven
 They better do the same as you
 Or they're gonna be corny too
 Long about 1917
 Jazz'll come upon the scene
 Then about 1935
 You'll begin to hear swing
 Boogie woogie and jive
 You gotta show that big broadcaster
 That you're a solid music master
 And you'll achieve posterity
 That's a bit of advice from me
 The old music master
 Simply sat there amazed
 As wide-eyed and open-mouthed
 He gazed and he gazed
 How can you be certain little boy
 Tell me how?
 Because I was born, my friend
 A hundred years from now
 He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
 And disappeared into the infinite
 And up until the present day
 You can take it from me
 He's as right as can be
 Ev'rything has happened that-a-way