| Jackie Jab - Swingin' Utters |
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| Jackie Jab is looking fab |
| He’s got a treble and a bass and a big tab |
| He’s got oil in his hair from an Arab |
| And when he falls down, he falls smack dab |
| Hey fellas, get him a cab |
| What’s his name — Jackie Jab! |
| Three square meals everyday |
| But nothing’s square about the American way |
| His friends get off on Doris Day |
| He hasn’t a clue what to say |
| Hey fellas, get him a cab |
| What’s his name — Jackie Jab! |
