you blow jive lingo, rattle paper shades
between us 'til they snap! let in the light
and curtains shimmy lace in a Lindy hop
a jazz-riff zephyr wafts your word, invades
my sweet peach like a hot mosquito bite
I've got to scratch - my head's a spinning top
though I ain't had my coffee yet, but those
are sly high ways you wind me up so tight
I call you up 'cause I can't wait       be-bop
be-bop       meet me in five at Uncle Joe's
Truck Stop



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