Mr. Zoot Suit

He's got great big feet, he's jumping to the beat He's been dancing in the street He's dressed so fine, got lots of loot We like to call him Mr. Zoot Suit He drives a great big car, smokes a big cigar He looks like a king, and he acts like a star When we see him drive by he goes "Toot, toot" We all shout, "Hey, Mr. Zoot Suit" He's got purple suspenders and a yellow tie (say what?) Come on boys, I tell you no lie Those hats, those funky spats He is the hippest hip and the coolest cat I tell you no lie, this guy can't be beat Wherever he goes he turns up the heat So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot Don't forget to shout "Hey, Mr. Zoot Suit" He's got purple suspenders, a yellow tie (say what?) Come on boys, I tell you no lie His suit black, had funky spats He's the hippest hip hip cool cat I tell you no lie, this guy can't be beat Wherever he goes he turns up the heat So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot Don't forget to shout "Hey, Mr. Zoot Suit"