Lyrics

Greetings, people of Earth It's time to swing We come from Planet Jive Where the music so is live And the people like to dance away their blues So if you're feeling down Turn your rocket ship around Planet Jive is the only place to cruise I come from City Bop Where the music so is hop And the president wears a zoot suit on TV There are swing clubs in every corner They're all owned by Jackie Horner People say, "What a cool boy is he" Oh, how they adore us when we wear our blue fedoras Our zoot suits are the envy of the town As we sauder through the street With our two-tones on our feet Barbershopers are sure to gather round Gather 'round now! Gather 'round! Come on everybody, roll up Now this cat called Jackie Horner The press'll try to warn ya They said he was a gangster from the start But he threw out all the thugs And he put a stop to drugs He's a dancer who's got living in his heart Now he went on a vacation To federation station And opened up the biggest club of all Hepcats came from Mars and Venus Now the Universe has seen us At the interplanetary junkyard ball Oh, how they adore us when we wear our blue fedoras Our zoot suits are the envy of the town As we sauder through the street With our two-tones on our feet Barbershopers are sure to gather 'round Yeah! Oh! Ay! Woah! Oh boy! Come on now! Yeah! Oh, how they adore us when we wear our blue fedoras Our zoot suits are the envy of the town As we sauder through the street With our two-tones on our feet Barbershopers are sure to gather 'round From the kids inside of shoes To the elders with the blues Everybody in the galaxy's alive Dancing to that swingin' rhythm Even squares are swingin' with 'em To the sound that started on that Planet Jive Oh, how they adore us When we wear our blue fedoras Our zoot suits are the envy of the town As we sauder through the street With our two-tones on our feet Barbershopers are sure to gather 'round Oh, how they adore us When we wear our blue fedoras Our zoot suits are the envy of the town As we sauder through the street With our two-tones on our feet Barbershopers are sure to gather 'round Gather here! Come on everybody! Climb aboard! Buckle up! We gonna pass Alpha Centauri! We're outta here!
Writer(s): Ian Clarkson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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