Written by：Fats Waller/Andy Razaf/J.C. Johnson
I mean this joint is jumpin’
The piano’s thumpin’
The dancers are bumpin’
This here spot is more than hot
In fact the joint is jumpin’
Check your weapons at the door
Be sure to pay your quarter
Burn your leather on the floor
Grab anybody’s daughter
The roof is rockin’
The neighbors knockin’
We’re all bums when the wagon comes
I mean this joint is jumpin’
Let it be yas
Burn this joint boy yas
Oh my yas
Don’t you hit that chick that’s my broad
Where’d you get that stuff at
Why I’ll knock you to your knees what
Put this cat out of here what
Get rid of that pistol get rid of that pistol
Yeah get rid of it yas
That’s what I’m talkin’ about ha ha
Now it’s really ready
No baby not now I can’t come over there right now
Yeah let’s do it
The joint is jumpin’
It’s really jumpin’
Every Mose is on his toes
I mean this joint is jumpin’
Uh oh no time for talkin’
This place is walkin’ yes
Get your jug and cut the rug
I think the joint is jumpin’
Listen
Get your pig feet bread and gin
There’s plenty in the kitchen
Who is that that just came in
Just look at the way he’s switchin’
Aw mercy don’t mind the hour
I’m in power I’ve got bail if we go to jail
I mean this joint is jumpin’
Don’t give your right name no no no no
