Song Description
A one-of-a-kind Jump-Swing tribute to the great Cab Calloway conceived and written using his New Cab Calloway's Hepster's Dictionary: Language of Jive, 1944 Edition
| Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Jazz - Big Band, Jazz - Swing |
| Tempo |
Very Fast (171 And Up) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Ecstatic, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Celebration, Fun |
| Similar Artists |
Glenn Miller And His Orchestra, The Benny Goodman Orchestra |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1930 - 1939 |
| |
Lyrics
HEPSTER'S JIVE [a salute to Cab Calloway]
(Steve Multer, Karen Multer, Paul Langford - 2003)
---conceived and written using
The New Cab Calloway's Hepster's Dictionary: Language of Jive, 1944 Edition---
Creepin' out the shadow he's a kopasetic daddy-o
Muggin' up the crowd and jitterbuggin' on the patio
He's a mess with a bible beat, beefin' jazz to the true elite
Hear the mitts a'poundin' while the gabriels are soundin'
Beatin' on a hide to get the frolic pads a'boundin'
Blow your wig on the #6 - Land o'Darkness will net your fix
Jumped in port and feelin' fine, truckin' in my dicty vine
Diggin' in the kick for fews and two, chicks'll never pick no ickaroo
Tossin' off my lily whites through a set of seven brights
Lookin' like a hummer, gammin' in the glamour
Pocketin' a jackson and a twister to the slammer
In cups at nine chimes, I'm up by ten chimes, sharp for eleven chimes
Twelve it's out the domi so "Dom Perignon"-y
Waitin' on the man at the head of the band
Pecking with a pigeon while he's wavin' his hand
This bree is ready ripe - here's how I boot my hype
(chorus)
Grab your Hepster's Dictionary sidle to the side of your canary
Straighten up, slide your jibs, cut the rug and rub those ribs
Dig your Hepster's Dictionary when you want a wren on cash and carry
Read and heed Cab Calloway - lock my lead follow what I say
---call and response---
Feelin' blip all barrelhouse, got a meter in my mouse
Drop her in the copper nicklette, fruitin' with the skins and doghouse set
Check that chirp on my left raise spoutin' to that pack o' strays
Full of trickeration, murder at libation, rattlin' the battle in the corny orchestration
Her drape is line nine, that dinner's fine wine, I knock my 'hi' sign
Trilly to the trolley, cop a grand finale
Ridin' like the man at the head of the band, friskin' all the whiskers at the barbecue stand
This jam is jelly pops - here's how I lick my chops
(chorus)
Have a ball now I'm down with it all