| Song | Blue Serenade |
| Artist | The Manhattan Transfer |
| Album | The Offbeat Of Avenues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hauser, Parks | |
| Hot to trot shot, | |
| Out to the hot spot | |
| Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
| An' feelin' so fine | |
| What's to lose, go get m shoes | |
| You take a train, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
| At every stop, | |
| You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
| You take a beat, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
| It's so complete and you know | |
| Nothin' can compete | |
| (you ain't seen nothin', you ain't seen nothin' - yet!) | |
| You start to palpitate and the | |
| Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
| Like a man upon the move for a | |
| Doll who doesn't hesitate | |
| Bad john | |
| You hear the sound of a sad song | |
| And when the downtown folk | |
| All shake it on out tonite | |
| Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| She's such a sight tonite (hello) | |
| A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
| In a blue savanna moon | |
| A neck in neck | |
| You tell her darlin' get the check | |
| You're all electric | |
| Up in harlem in a swoon | |
| Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
| Another chance with | |
| The topical tan | |
| Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
| Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
| Shakin' them bones | |
| The goat get in the fete begin | |
| Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
| A creole girl step up and say | |
| 'never say never' | |
| With a casual sway | |
| Takin' her time to come my way | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| All reet i'm tippin' in, deed i do | |
| And while the goat is on the fire | |
| And every note is your desire | |
| You approve her every move | |
| You in a spin (come on in) | |
| She wanna grab you by the duff | |
| And tell you | |
| Honey this is tough enough | |
| For sure | |
| There's the door, | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| And just us two, | |
| Serenading in blue | |
| You take a frail who makes a | |
| Copesetic caper with her tail | |
| I'm tellin' you, she really | |
| Puttin' on a do | |
| The saxophones, you can't relax | |
| When there is rhythm in your bones | |
| You're on the hoof, | |
| You raise a racket on the roof | |
| Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
| Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
| Made it in the shade the way they | |
| Played that satin serenade in blue |
| zuo ci : Hauser, Parks | |
| Hot to trot shot, | |
| Out to the hot spot | |
| Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
| An' feelin' so fine | |
| What' s to lose, go get m shoes | |
| You take a train, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
| At every stop, | |
| You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
| You take a beat, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
| It' s so complete and you know | |
| Nothin' can compete | |
| you ain' t seen nothin', you ain' t seen nothin' yet! | |
| You start to palpitate and the | |
| Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
| Like a man upon the move for a | |
| Doll who doesn' t hesitate | |
| Bad john | |
| You hear the sound of a sad song | |
| And when the downtown folk | |
| All shake it on out tonite | |
| Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| She' s such a sight tonite hello | |
| A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
| In a blue savanna moon | |
| A neck in neck | |
| You tell her darlin' get the check | |
| You' re all electric | |
| Up in harlem in a swoon | |
| Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
| Another chance with | |
| The topical tan | |
| Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
| Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
| Shakin' them bones | |
| The goat get in the fete begin | |
| Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
| A creole girl step up and say | |
| ' never say never' | |
| With a casual sway | |
| Takin' her time to come my way | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| All reet i' m tippin' in, deed i do | |
| And while the goat is on the fire | |
| And every note is your desire | |
| You approve her every move | |
| You in a spin come on in | |
| She wanna grab you by the duff | |
| And tell you | |
| Honey this is tough enough | |
| For sure | |
| There' s the door, | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| And just us two, | |
| Serenading in blue | |
| You take a frail who makes a | |
| Copesetic caper with her tail | |
| I' m tellin' you, she really | |
| Puttin' on a do | |
| The saxophones, you can' t relax | |
| When there is rhythm in your bones | |
| You' re on the hoof, | |
| You raise a racket on the roof | |
| Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
| Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
| Made it in the shade the way they | |
| Played that satin serenade in blue |
| zuò cí : Hauser, Parks | |
| Hot to trot shot, | |
| Out to the hot spot | |
| Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
| An' feelin' so fine | |
| What' s to lose, go get m shoes | |
| You take a train, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
| At every stop, | |
| You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
| You take a beat, you find a | |
| Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
| It' s so complete and you know | |
| Nothin' can compete | |
| you ain' t seen nothin', you ain' t seen nothin' yet! | |
| You start to palpitate and the | |
| Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
| Like a man upon the move for a | |
| Doll who doesn' t hesitate | |
| Bad john | |
| You hear the sound of a sad song | |
| And when the downtown folk | |
| All shake it on out tonite | |
| Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| She' s such a sight tonite hello | |
| A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
| In a blue savanna moon | |
| A neck in neck | |
| You tell her darlin' get the check | |
| You' re all electric | |
| Up in harlem in a swoon | |
| Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
| Another chance with | |
| The topical tan | |
| Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
| Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
| Shakin' them bones | |
| The goat get in the fete begin | |
| Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
| A creole girl step up and say | |
| ' never say never' | |
| With a casual sway | |
| Takin' her time to come my way | |
| Bad john | |
| You are back where you belong | |
| All reet i' m tippin' in, deed i do | |
| And while the goat is on the fire | |
| And every note is your desire | |
| You approve her every move | |
| You in a spin come on in | |
| She wanna grab you by the duff | |
| And tell you | |
| Honey this is tough enough | |
| For sure | |
| There' s the door, | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| And just us two, | |
| Serenading in blue | |
| You take a frail who makes a | |
| Copesetic caper with her tail | |
| I' m tellin' you, she really | |
| Puttin' on a do | |
| The saxophones, you can' t relax | |
| When there is rhythm in your bones | |
| You' re on the hoof, | |
| You raise a racket on the roof | |
| Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
| Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
| Made it in the shade the way they | |
| Played that satin serenade in blue |