Cab Calloway - Blue Serge Suit lyrics

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