Rip Van Winkle

Seven thousand three hundred days Is a long, long time to sleep but Rip Van Winkle slept for twenty long years, then he woke one day Rip's red hair had turned to gray Rip Van Winkle hurried back into town but to his dismay Rip's whole town had stopped to play He found to his surprise a thing Called swing was king, and he liked it It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard Rip Hooray when he reappeared Well, if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle He found to his surprise a thing Called swing was king, and he liked it It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip Hip hip Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard Rip Hooray when he reappeared So if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle Don't be a drip, get hip, hey, a tip from Rip Van Winkle