Song parody of
Jukebox Saturday Night
by Tex Beneke
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Mopping up soda pop rickeys
To our heart's delight
Dancing to swingeroo quickies
Jukebox Saturday night
Goodman and Kyser and Miller
Help to make things bright
Mixing hot licks with vanilla
Jukebox Saturday night
They put nothing past us
Me and honey lamb
Making one Coke last us
Till it's time to scram
Money we really don't need bad
We make out alright
Letting the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night
After sipping a soda we 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...
Now listen, honey child
If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know
Then I sure would be a sad man
If I didn't know...
Money we really don't need it
We make out alright
Letting the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night
Mopping up soda pop rickeys
To our heart's delight
Dancing to swingeroo quickies
Jukebox Saturday night
Goodman and Kyser and Miller
Help to make things bright
Mixing hot licks with vanilla
Jukebox Saturday night
They put nothing past us
Me and honey lamb
Making one Coke last us
Till it's time to scram
Money we really don't need bad
We make out alright
Letting the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night
After sipping a soda we 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...
Now listen, honey child
If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know
Then I sure would be a sad man
If I didn't know...
Money we really don't need it
We make out alright
Letting the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night