That Old Black Magic (with The Dave Brubeck Trio) - Live at the Washington Monument, Washington, D.C. - August 1962

That old black magic has me in its spell
 That old black magic that you weave so well
 Those icy fingers up and down my spine
 The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
 The same old tingle that I feel inside
 And then that elevator starts its ride
 And down and down I go, round and round I go
 Like a leaf caught in the tide
 I should stay away but what can I do?
 I hear your name and I'm aflame
 Aflame with such a burning desire
 That only your kiss can put out the fire
 'Cause you're the lover I have waited for
 You're the mate that fate had me created for
 Every time your lips meet mine
 Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
 In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
 Under that old black magic called love
 'Cause you're the lover I have waited for
 You're the mate that fate had me created for
 And every time your lips meet mine
 Darling, down and down and down I go
 Round and round and round I go
 In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
 Under that old black magic called love
 Under that old black magic called love