Ant Whiting - Jive lyrics

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Ant Whiting - Jive lyrics

[Intro] Hey! Yeah, ole Yeah, ole What's going on sir? What's going on sir? Yeah, ole What's going on sir? What's going on sir? What's going on sir? [Chorus] We're no Victorians, we are part of a brand new age (Yeah ole) We live victorious, oh honey I'm feeling great (Na na na na) See the war's behind us (Na na na na) We don't want that sh** (Na na na na) So please don't remind us, oh honey I'm feeling rich What you saying now Express your surrealism (Woof) It works best if you feel different (Yeah) We don't jest this is real living And our livin' gone rid us of limits so (Bring it) They call these years crazy (Wow) It's all love here lately (Dance) I wanna dance with that flapper named Stacy Her daddy might hate me But we should make babies (It's fun) Do the Charleston (Break away) She's had people on her arms since she (Came to play) And we all wanna charm her with (Material ways) Are we lost? Should our generation (Take the blame) It's just fun and we're going to die when we're (40) Right now we're driven wild by the (Talkies) Still unlikely to cause grief (Right on the 4th beat) Can you come and jive on the floor please [Chorus] [Hook] Jive, jive, jive, jive Honey honey Jive, jive, jive, jive What you saying man Put your dancing feet on Come and move with me And we'll jive, jive, jive, jive Hell yes We're less rigid, with legs spinning And well dressed women And get given An opportunity to tell them that we don't give a (Daffy duck) Chilling in the jazzy club, yeah there's a bag of us And I ain't saying that we're finished when we (Wrap it up) And I ain't feeling that we're sinning with the (Magic dust) We're just keeping to the rhythm with some stamina La la la la, ay What's going on sir If your trying to do the (Waltz that's the wrong turn) And if your looking for a (Chick that's the wrong bird) I've already seen her (Hips and I want her) Pronto I go from NYC to (Midnight in Paris) There's nine years for this type of madness Madness might lead to marriage (Which might lead to baby in a carriage) So maybe we could manage to jive [Chorus] [Hook] Hey, hey, yeah! Yeah ole Hey!