Mr. Zoot Suit

He's got great big feet, he's jumping to the beat He's been dancing in the street He's dressed so fine, got lots of loot We like to call him Mr Zoot Suit He drives a great big car, smokes a big cigar Looks like a king and he acts like a star When we see him drive by he goes, "Toot, toot" We all shout, "Hey, Mr Zoot Suit" He's got a purple suspenders and a yellow tie (Say what?) Come on boys, I tell you no lie He's got all those hats, funky spats He is the hippest cat No, no, he can't be beat Wherever he goes he turns up the heat So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot Don't forget to shout, "Hey, Mr Zoot Suit" ... He's got a purple suspenders and a yellow tie (Say what?) Come on boys, I tell you no lie He's got all those hats, funky spats He is the hippest cat No, no, he can't be beat Wherever he goes he turns up the heat So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot Don't forget to shout, "Hey, Mr Zoot Suit"