Nhạc sĩ: Mercer Ellington
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I wanna lay some high chive on ya.
Lay it down on me, Johnny.
All right, you got your hip dictionary with you?
I got my boots up.
Well, get this footnote.
A trickster tripped when he hopped
He should've flipped when he flopped
He wasn't hip to the proper jive
When he made his dive
He should've flipped when he flopped
Before he chipped off his block
The dizzy drip made him drop through space
Then he lost his face
Now the fall didn't hurt him when he blew his top
But a small little matter like a sudden stop
When he flipped his lid, slipped and slid
Whack! Oh, his achin' back
The things he said no one knows
But he's afraid to repose
From his head to his toes he's whipped
Should've flipped when he flopped
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