The Honeydripper

Boy

The Honeydripper

He's a killer

The Honeydripper

Salt, sweet, hot

He's a solid ol' cat

But really

A mellow hip fat

He jumps and swings

He riffs and rides

He gimps and jumps

He's the height of jive

So dig that cat

And jump for joy

You dig that lick

You dig that beat

You get knocked out

Right on your feet

One, two, three, four, five, six

That cat can jam or riff or swing a hot lick

Boy, he sure does jump for joy

He's a killer

A Harlem driller

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He's a riffer

The Honeydripper

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Swing it on, swing it on

Swing it on out there

Swing it on, swing it on

Swing it on out there

Swing it on, swing it on

Swing it on out there

Swing it on, swing it on

Swing it on out there