He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat
Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat
Now he's a, Lord, he's a jitterbug
Scare the letters off a highway sign
He drinks beer and eats beanies
Chases it down with old Thunderbird wine
Carries brass knuckles and a .44
Runs a loan shark business and a Mary Jane store
He's a, he's a jitterbug
Keeps moving, don't sit still
If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, jitterbug, jitterbug
One day in September he stepped out of his Cord
Into the street to face a bullet-spittin' Ford
Now he's jitterbug, just a name in the news
Said, "He finally paid the price, he finally paid his dues"
Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
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