Mop, mop, a thousand years ago
Mop, mop, a guy named Jungle Joe
Was a drummer man in a Zulu band
That made swing history
Mop, mop, one day the king said
Gate, why Gate, you old reprobate
I commission you, find a riff that's new
Or your wig belongs to me
Joe's knees started knockin'
So scared, he was stiff