Lyrics:

You're a swell shing a linger you can bop and birdland too
You're a swell shing a linger you can rock and sock and birdland too
Well you look just like your mother but you sure swing a sweet little shoe

They can bop until Sunday and they'll never bop like you
They can bop month of Sundays and they'll never bop a bit like you
Well you talk just like your daddy but you do swing a sweet little shoe

Hey let's do that shuffle thing that we worked out together
Come on girl and fan my flame shake a tail feather
The ladies in the neighborhood are talkin' about a scandal
All this funky fol-de-rol is just too hot to handle

I've got some brand new school shoes and they're killin' my feet
I've got some shiny new school shoes and man these things are murder on my feet
Well they might look nice in Sunday school but they're not good for dancin' in the street

Let's do that shuffle thing that we worked out together...
You're a swell shing a linger you can bop and birdland too...