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 pa**
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