*(Interlude)*
*(Verse 1)*
In a smoky den under moon's soft light,
No Chance Charlie spots a bombshell, dynamite!
He's just a stray in this high-fly scene,
But she sees him dressed sharp, all keen.
Her daddy-o's a greaser, mighty mean,
Heard through the grapevine—watch the scene.
"Behind the eight ball," the young cat knows,
Yet can't resist her swing and pose.
*(Chorus)*
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, with that (FeeEVAH)
Draining the lizard, oh what a fight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, given that (FeeEVAH)
Dime who's a clappin, lit my fire tonight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
Dice worth rolling for the lay
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
I'm burnin up! Ooohh lemme playyy!
*(Jump Blues Breakdown)*
Blow your horns at the stroke of midnight,
Feel the groove as you surrender your might.
City's vibe, it's a pulse and kiss,
Caught in the rhythm, try resisting this.
*(Verse 2)*
Now the greaser's on the prowl, bent and raw,
Wants to knock this cat like an old blues drawl.
But the dame's more than a scandal’s hue,
Left him in fever, stuck like glue.
Ickaroo she was, fierce and slick,
Gave him more than blues; he's love-struck quick.
"Dough's tight," he jived, "but I'm riding high,
In her dizzy dance, my spirits fly."
*(Bridge)*
Battered soul, but with a smile so grand,
Lost in nightfall, the hep game’s hand.
Kooky tune with a jazzy beat,
In this fever, my feet still meet.
*(Chorus)*
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, with that (FeeEVAH)
Draining the lizard, oh what a fight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, given that (FeeEVAH)
Dime who's a clappin, lit my fire tonight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
Dice worth rolling for the lay
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
I'm burnin up! Ooohh lemme playyy!
*(Jazz-Punk Solo)*
*(Chorus)*
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, with that (FeeEVAH)
Draining the lizard, oh what a fight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, given that (FeeEVAH)
Dime who's a clappin, lit my fire tonight.
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
Dice worth rolling for the lay
Ooh yea, Jivin Doll, spreadin that (FeeEVAH)
I'm burnin up! Ooohh lemme playyy!
*(Outro)*
Caught in a Jazz joint fever, wild,
Where cats swing cool, and dames beguile.
In a Jazz joint fever, feel the beat,
It's the night’s rhythm sweeping you off your feet!
*(Breakdown)*
(So raise your glass high, let's keep this rollin'!)
(Play it hep, boys—let the cats keep strollin'!)
(Feel that vibe, kids, let loose that style!)
(Rug cutters all, swing it mile by mile!)
*(Jazz Band Outro)*
