Lyrics:

(Scotty Morris)
Now....Friends let me tell you about this cat that I once met.
Smooth talker...with an export cigarette.
I don't believe I ever saw him without a cocktail in his hand,
and no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band.
Now he strolls through the city like a big ol' alley cat
with his pinstripe suit and a big bad voodoo hat.
I don't believe I ever saw him without a kitten on his hand,
and no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band.
*Chorus*
Hey Mr. Pinstripe Suit.
Hey Mr. Hi De Hi De Ho.
Well I know you got the answers that we all wanna know.
Hey Mr. Wingtip Shoes.
Hey Mr. Always On The Go.
Well I know you got the answers that we all wanna know.