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Manhattan Transfer

Genres: Pop

Blue Serenade Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Hot to trot shot 

Out to the hot spot 

Up to the nines 

With bodies in line an' feelin' so fine 

What's to lose, go get 'em shoes 

 

You take a train 

You find a fascinatin' rhythm in the rain 

At every stop 

You hear the clippin' and the clop 

 

You take a beat 

You find a fascinatin' rhythm in your feet 

It's so complete 

And you know nothin' can compete 

 

You ain't seen nothin' 

You ain't seen nothin', yet 

 

You start to palpitate 

And the jeep is shakin' the snake 

Like a man upon the move 

For a doll who doesn't hesitate 

 

Bad John 

You hear the sound of a sad song 

 

And when the downtown folk 

All shake it on out tonite 

Jeep is jake 

And rakin' in the take 

 

Bad John 

You are back where you belong 

 

She's such a sight tonite 

Hello 

A Caribana with a fan a top banana 

In a blue savanna moon 

 

A neck in neck 

You tell her darlin' get the check 

You're all electric 

Up in Harlem in a swoon 

 

Another dance 

With a tropical fan 

Another chance 

With the topical tan 

 

Mean swimmin' saxophones 

Takin' in the wimmin' and shakin' them bones 

The goat get in the fete begin 

Naughty little body and set for sin 

 

A Creole girl 

Step up and say 

Never say never with a casual sway 

Takin' her time to come my way 

 

Bad John 

You are back where you belong 

 

[Incomprehensible] 

All reet I'm tippin' in yeah, deed I do 

And while the goat is on the fire 

And every note is your desire 

You approve her every move 

 

You in a spin 

Come on in 

She wanna grab you by the duff and tell you 

Honey this is tough enough for sure 

 

And there's the door 

What are you waiting for? 

And just us two 

Serenading in blue 

 

You take a frail 

Who makes a copesetic caper with her tail 

I'm tellin' you 

She really puttin' on a do 

 

The saxophones 

You can't relax when there is rhythm in your bones 

You're on the hoof 

You raise a racket on the roof 

 

Some syncopation 

Makin' with the eyes an arisin' occasion 

Made it in the shade 

The way they played that satin serenade in blue 

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