Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him,
"Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"
First I held him lightly and we started to dance
Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance
And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood, that's what he told me
In the mood, and when he told me
In the mood, my heart was skippin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No! no! no!
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home

Com'on and sing, sing, sing
Everybody start to sing
Uh, uh, ah, uh
Now you're singin' with a swing
Sing, sing, sing
Everybody start to sing
Uh, uh, ah, uh
Now you're singin' with a sing

When the music goes around
Everybody goes to town
But here is something you should know
Oh, ho, baby, ho, ho, ho

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say on a...
No!
Drinkin' rum and coca-cola...
Stop!
Pa, pa-ba, pa-ba, pa

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-root, a-toot, a-toot-lyada-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with him
And the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy
The boogie woogie bugle boy
The boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
Boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
Yeah!