"The Cool School" lyrics

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