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.
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Jitter Bug
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Cab Calloway |