He isnt hep to jive, hes only half alive Hep cats call him square You wont believe this jack All his clothes date back To 29 I swear He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back No drape, no shape, just a belt in the back Strictly calm and hes off the cob Wears a pocket watch with a pearly fob Hed be just as sharp in a sack As in the blue serge suit with the belt in the back He isnt old and grey but hes so passé Swing bands make him frown He dont get no kicks From boogie-woogie licks Oh hes dead but he wont lay down He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back No flare, so rare, just a belt in the back He thinks a cat is a household pet His favorite dance is the minuet Maybe one day hes gonna crack And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back Hes got a gal named V, shes twice as square as he What a gruesome pair The way they fuss and frown When gators strut on down Is more than I can bear He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back A pip, a zip, a belt in the back He wears high shoes and a pair of spats If you dig that junk itll drive you bats Maybe some day hes gonna crack And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com