Andrews Sisters Medley

Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes

What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size

I'll just tell him,

"Baby, won't you swing it with me"

Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be

So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"

He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

First I held him lightly and we started to dance

Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance

And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three

There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"

"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude

To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood, that's what he told me

In the mood, and when he told me

In the mood, my heart was skippin'

It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

No! no! no!

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

Com'on and sing, sing, sing

Everybody start to sing

Uh, uh, ah, uh

Now you're singin' with a swing

Sing, sing, sing

Everybody start to sing

Uh, uh, ah, uh

Now you're singin' with a sing

When the music goes around

Everybody goes to town

But here is something you should know

Oh, ho, baby, ho, ho, ho

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say on a...

No!

Drinkin' rum and coca-cola...

Stop!

Pa, pa-ba, pa-ba, pa

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam

It really brought him down because he couldn't jam

The captain seemed to understand

Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band

And now the company jumps when he plays reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night

And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright

They clap their hands and stamp their feet

Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat

He really breaks it up when he plays reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-root, a-toot, a-toot-lyada-toot

He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm

He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with him

And the company jump when he plays reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy

The boogie woogie bugle boy

The boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

Boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

Yeah!