Kick your heels and flip your brim, we’re doin’ the jive tonight;
saxophone is talkin’ low, trumpet shootin’ sparks so bright.
Slide on the chrome moonbeam, syncopate your shoes;
bobby-sox baby spins like a record that never glues.
Boop-boop-a-doop, the bass is a locomotive heart;
we’re gasoline in gabardine, tearing the dark apart.
Hey now, sugar, count it off—eight to the bar and fly;
when the cymbal crashes silver we’ll kiss on the sly.
Till the radio sun comes up, we’re locked in this groove alive—
forever and a day, sweet baby, just doin’ the jive.