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!"