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If you'd like to be a jitter bug |
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First thing you must do is get a jug |
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Put whiskey, wine and gin within |
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And shake it all up and then begin |
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Grab a cup and start to toss |
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You are drinking jitter sauce |
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Don't you worry, you just mug |
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And then you'll be a jitter bug |
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Hear this fat boy blowing his horn |
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He's been a bug since the day he was born |
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His favorite jitter sauce is rye |
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I swear, he'll drink it 'til the day he die |
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Toot your whistle and ring your bell |
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Oh, butchie wutchie, time will tell |
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Don't you worry, you just mug |
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You'll always be a jitter bug |
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These four boys playing saxophone |
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Order jitter sauce by phone |
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Central, give me Harlem 4-9-4 |
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I think these bugs could drink some more |
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They drink sauce from morn to night |
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And never stop until they're tight |
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Don't you worry, they just mug |
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They're poor little jitter bugs |
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Now, here's old Father, a wicked old man |
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Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can |
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He drinks jitter sauce every morn |
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That's why jitter sauce was born |
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See him shake with his trombone |
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He just can't leave that sauce alone |
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Get along, Father, you just mug |
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You'll always be a jitter bug |
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There's Rip Van with his eyes a twinkle |
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We named him after Rip Van Winkle |
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Like Rip, he'd sleep for twenty years |
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If he could get his fill of beer |
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Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand |
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Soon he forgets that he's in the band |
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Don't awaken him, just let him mug |
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He'll always be a jitter bug |
