Not an hour of continuous music
For all tastes,
But an hour of continuous music
For all lovers.
With only a partner for a gate-fee
Lovers go.
They dance
To drown all their cares and hopes,
They dance
Away their disappointments and fears,
They dance
While trumpets blare and saxes drawl,
The drums beat and bongoes bark
Heads turn dizzy and tearful eyes gleam;
Lovers wheel round at every turn,
Till Leo wearily shouts farewell,
And the band lustily plays its last;
‘Yea man!’ in wild chorus they yell,
‘Enjoy Radio Dance Hour to the last.’