The Scatter (Red Cross)

They say that ’e’s got the bes’ riff; Red Cross.

 I’m tellin’ you he can ad lib: Red Cross.

 You’ll find him on the corner ’bout a quarter to four.

 You’ll listen and then you’ll wanta hear more.

 I tell you, he’s really mellow, Red Cross,

 A groovy and a happy fellow, Red Cross.

 He does a bit on Broadway till around about five.

 I’m tellin’ you baby, this is no jive.

 Now when you’ve heard him just give him some skin,

 Then tip the kitty – a deuce or a fin.

 He’s jus’ the coolest, I dig him a lot.

 A scattin’ daddy, come hear what he’s got.

 (He’s a) mover and a shaker, Red Cross.

 Not a  reggae from Jamaica, Red Cross.

 He comes from up in Harlem with a powerful beat

 So hurry on down, he’ll give you a treat. (Reet?)

 Now when you’ve heard him just give him some skin,

 Then tip the kitty – a deuce or a fin.

 He’s jus’ the coolest, I dig him a lot.

 A scattin’ daddy, come hear what he’s got.

 I’m tellin’ you once again, Bro, Red Cross.

 You listen to me and then go, Red Cross.

 You’ll get a happy feelin’ when he’s groovin’ so high.

 I’m tellin’ you, man, that this is no lie.

 You’re dyin’ to get up there in that beautiful sky, 

 So listen to Red and give it a try… Red Cross.