Sweet Little Shoe

You're a swell shing-a-linger

You can bop and birdland, too

You're a swell shing-a-linger

You can rock and sock and birdland, too

Well you look just like your mama

But you sure swing a sweet little shoe

They can bop until Sunday

And they'll never bop like you

They can bop a month of Sundays

And they'll never bop a bit like you

Well you talk just like your daddy

But you do swing a sweet little shoe

So hey, let's do that shuffle thing

That we worked out together

Come on girl and fan my flame

Shake a tail feather

Ladies in the neighborhood are

Talking about a scandal

All this funky folderol is

Just too hot to handle now

I got some brand new school shoes

And they are killing my feet

I got some shiny, new school shoes

And man, these things are murder on my feet

They might look nice in Sunday school

But they're no good for dancing in the street