Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jitterburg, artist - Cab Calloway. Date of issue: 26.10.2012
Song language: English
Jitterburg |
| If you’d like to be a jitter bug, |
| First thing you must do is get a jug, |
| Put whiskey, wine and gin within, |
| And shake it all up and then begin. |
| Grab a cup and start to toss, |
| You are drinking jitter sauce! |
| Don’t you worry, you just mug, |
| And then you’ll be a jitter bug! |
| Hear this fat boy blowing his horn; |
| He’s been a bug since the day he was born, |
| His favorite jitter sauce is rye, |
| I swear, he’ll drink it 'til the day he die! |
| Toot your whistle and ring your bell, |
| Oh, butchie-wutchie, time will tell, |
| Don’t you worry, you just mug, |
| You’ll always be a jitter bug! |
| These four boys playing saxophone, |
| Order jitter sauce by phone, |
| Central, give me Harlem 4−9-4, |
| I think these bugs could drink some more, |
| They drink sauce from morn to night |
| And never stop until they’re tight, |
| Don’t you worry, they just mug, |
| They’re poor little jitter bugs! |
| Now, here’s old Father, a wicked old man, |
| Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can, |
| He drinks jitter sauce every morn, |
| That’s why jitter sauce was born, |
| See him shake with his trombone, |
| He just can’t leave that sauce alone, |
| Get along, Father, you just mug, |
| You’ll always be a jitter bug! |
| There’s Rip Van with his eyes a-twinkle, |
| We named him after Rip Van Winkle, |
| Like Rip, he’d sleep for twenty years |
| If he could get his fill of beer, |
| Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand, |
| Soon he forgets that he’s in the band, |
| Don’t awaken him, just let him mug; |
| He’ll always be a jitter bug. |