Moppin'
up soda bob rickies,
to our hearts' delight.
Dancin' to Swingaroo Quickies,
jukebox Saturday night.
Goodman and Kaiser and Miller,
help to make things bright.
Mixin' hot licks with vanilla,
jukebox Saturday night
They put nothin' past us,
me and Honeyland
Mak in' one coke last us,
till it's time to scram
Money, we really don't need that,
we make out al right
Lettin' the other guy feed
that jukebox
Saturday night
After sippin' a soda we've
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.
Oh, listen, honey child, if I didn't know
All them little things
I'm supposed to know
Ooh, and I sure would be a sad
man if I didn't know.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
boom.
Money, we really don't need it,
we'll make out all right.
Let the oth er guys be fed
Jukebox! Saturday night!