He isnt hep to jive, hes only half alive
Hep cats call him square
You wont believe this jack
All his clothes date back
To 29 I swear
He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
No drape, no shape, just a belt in the back
Strictly calm and hes off the cob
Wears a pocket watch with a pearly fob
Hed be just as sharp in a sack
As in the blue serge suit with the belt in the back
He isnt old and grey but hes so pass
Swing bands make him frown
He dont get no kicks
From boogie-woogie licks
Oh hes dead but he wont lay down
He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
No flare, so rare, just a belt in the back
He thinks a cat is a household pet
His favorite dance is the minuet
Maybe one day hes gonna crack
And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back
Hes got a gal named V, shes twice as square as he
What a gruesome pair
The way they fuss and frown
When gators strut on down
Is more than I can bear
He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
A pip, a zip, a belt in the back
He wears high shoes and a pair of spats
If you dig that junk itll drive you bats
Maybe some day hes gonna crack
And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back