Verse 1:
A camp meeting takes place for the coloured race.
‘Far below in Indonesia;
There are black people, big and small, thin, slender, fat, and tall.
At this large black camp meeting, .
When the church came out, how did the ‘sisters’ shout?
They were very happy.
But the young people were tired and wanted to be inspired.
And they hired a big brass band.

A choir:
Swinging under the southern sky,
Where the beat never lies,
Melodies that captivate,
Jazzin' all night long.
Feel the music, let it flow,
In the light of the Indonesian night,
Let go of all your worries.
Join the joyous sound.

Verse 2:
The old ‘Sisters’ lifted sand the first time I heard the band.
‘Way down in Indonesia;
The preacher doesn't say much, and the deacons just stare.
The black youths are prancing around.
The band played so sweetly that no one could speak.
It was very mesmerising.
So the church people agreed that it wasn't a sin.
And joined the others.

Chorus:
Swinging under the southern sky,
Where the rhythm never lies,
An alluring melody,
Jazzin' all night long.
Feel the music, let it flow,
In the light of the Indonesian night,
Let go of all your worries.
Join the joyous sound.

Bridge:
Tones that dance like fireflies,
In the warm, sweet summer air,
Harmonies that enlarge
Every soul that gathers there.

Chorus:
Swinging under the southern sky,
Where rhythm never lies,
Melodies that mesmerise,
Jazzin' all night long.
Feel the music, let it flow,
In the light of the Indonesian night,
Let go of all your worries.
Join the joyous sound.

Outro:
Oh, in Indonesia, where jazz flies,
Every heart is lifted, and everything feels right.
Let the music guide you through the night.
In the heart of Indonesia, where we dance jazz tonight.