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Swingin' Utters - Jackie Jab lyrics
Jackie Jab is looking fab. He's got a treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from an arab and when he falls down, he falls smack dab. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - jackie jab! Three square meals everyday, but nothing's square about the american way. his friends get off on Doris Day and he hasn't a clue what to say. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - jackie jab! (Bonnel/Koski/Wickersham) |
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