Blue Serge Suit Lyrics - Cab Calloway

He isnt hep to jive, hes only half alive 

Hep cats call him square 

You wont believe this jack 

All his clothes date back 

To 29 I swear 

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back 

No drape, no shape, just a belt in the back 

Strictly calm and hes off the cob 

Wears a pocket watch with a pearly fob 

Hed be just as sharp in a sack 

As in the blue serge suit with the belt in the back 

He isnt old and grey but hes so pass 

Swing bands make him frown 

He dont get no kicks 

From boogie-woogie licks 

Oh hes dead but he wont lay down 

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back 

No flare, so rare, just a belt in the back 

He thinks a cat is a household pet 

His favorite dance is the minuet 

Maybe one day hes gonna crack 

And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back 

Hes got a gal named V, shes twice as square as he 

What a gruesome pair 

The way they fuss and frown 

When gators strut on down 

Is more than I can bear 

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back 

A pip, a zip, a belt in the back 

He wears high shoes and a pair of spats 

If you dig that junk itll drive you bats 

Maybe some day hes gonna crack 

And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back