@korpofficial: Step into an Art Deco fever dream where champagne sparkles, cigarette smoke curls through the brass, and the dance floor never sleeps. 🥂🚬✨ “Champagne and Cigarettes” by KØRP blends the glamour of a 1940s jazz club with a pounding house beat. Walking bass, clarinet riffs, gypsy-jazz guitar, and a chorus that hits like the last dance before sunrise. Put on your two-tone shoes and turn it up loud. #ElectroSwing #SwingHouse #DanceMusic #VintageVibes #KORP

Lizzage 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 :

I still can’t find you on iTunes Store 😕

KØRP :

TikTok’s auto-generated lyrics caught a few words incorrectly. The correct lyrics are in the song, but the on-screen captions may contain a couple of small mistakes. Thanks for listening! 🫶

Suhail Mai :

Next time for me in a bar I’ll scream like him 😂😂😂

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DragonMac64 :

This my favourite type of music. Fabulous ❤️

ANDRIAN :

Mici :

szeretem az ilyen zenéket .🥰✌️✌️✌️🤗✌️

Veronika Garber Lucie :

Bé be m78 :

Omg the vibe🔥🔥🔥🔥

KØRP :

Oh, bartender… pour it heavy! I traded in my sneakers for a two-tone shoe, Look at you! I’m stepping on the gas, yeah I’m looking for you. The bouncer at the door gave me a funny look, ’Cause you stole every trick from the rulebook! My tie is crooked and my wallet is light, But I’m the richest sucker in the room tonight. You’re sipping on bubbles like a Hollywood queen, The finest thing that you’ve ever seen! You got the rhythm, I got the time, You got the smoke but you ain’t got a dime! Let the brass section go completely insane, We’re dancing till we can’t remember our names! Champagne and cigarettes, Sweating through a vintage suit! Champagne and cigarettes, The whole town’s gonna hear us through! Let the trombone blow the roof right off, We don’t care if we wake the whole street. Shake it up, baby, don’t you stop, With the bassline under our feet! You’re dropping your ash on the expensive rug, Oops… my bad! The owner’s gonna throw us out. Your high heels are swinging, you’re spinning so fast, I bet a dollar that this night won’t last! We’re burning up the floor like a house on fire, The trumpet player’s reaching higher and higher. The ice has melted but the groove is hot, Show me what you got, big shot! Champagne and cigarettes, Sweating through a vintage suit! Champagne and cigarettes, The whole town’s gonna hear us through! Let the trombone blow the roof right off, We don’t care if we wake the whole street. Shake it up, baby, don’t you stop, With the bassline under our feet! Hey, darling? Yeah, dummy? My feet are killing me. Well, nobody told you to wear those shoes. One more drink? Make it two. Champagne and cigarettes, Sweating through a vintage suit! Champagne and cigarettes, The whole town’s gonna hear us through! Let the trombone blow the roof right off, We don’t care if we wake the whole street. Shake it up, baby, don’t you stop, With the bassline under our feet! Champagne… and cigarettes! Get me a taxi! Wait, where’s my hat? You left it on the piano!

ziato :

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ludmilabaimac0 :

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l'homme battant+sourire 😃 :

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Karolina Gayiné Czib :

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La Funzi :

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