Juke Box Saturday Night (From "Stars On Ice")

Moppin' up Soda Pop Rickeys To our heart's delight Dancin' to swingeroo quickies Jukebox Saturday night Goodman and Kyser and Miller Help to make things bright Mixin' hot licks with vanilla Jukebox Saturday night They put nothin' past us Me and honey lamb Making one Coke last us 'Til it's time to scram Money, we really don't need bad We make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox Saturday night After sippin' a soda we got a scheme Somebody else plays the record machine It's so easy to say pet names When you listen to the trumpet of Harry James We love to hear that tenor croon Whenever the Ink Spots sing a tune If I didn't know why the roses grow Then I wouldn't know why the roses grow Now listen, honey child, if I didn't know All them little things I'm supposed to know Then I sure would be a sad man If I didn't know Money we really don't need it We'll make out alright Lettin' the other guy feed that Jukebox Saturday night!