| I want a zoot suit with a reet pleat
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| And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff
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| To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
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| You want a reef sleeve with a right stripe
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| And a rare square, so the gals will stare
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| When they see you struttin' with your Sunday pal
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| (That's me)
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| You wanta look keen so your dream will say
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| «You don’t look like the same beau»
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| So keen that she’ll scream, «Here comes my walkin' rainbow»
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| So make a zoot suit with a reet pleat
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| And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff
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| To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
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| Now, what you want, baby?
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| I want a brown gown with a zop top
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| And a hip slip, and a laced waist
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| In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
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| (In his zoot suit)
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| A scat hat and a zag bag
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| And a slick kiss, so the other chicks
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| Will be jealous when I’m with my Sunday fan
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| I wanta look keen so my dream will say
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| «Ain't I the lucky fellah»
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| So keen that he’ll scream, «Baby's in Technicolor»
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| So make a reet pleat with a drape shape
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| And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough
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| To see my Sunday, Sunday gal |