Jukebox Saturday Night

Jukebox Saturday Night
music by Paul McGrane
lyric by Al Stillman

Moppin' up soda pop rickeys to our heart's delight.
Dancin' to swingeroo quickies, jukebox Saturday night.
Goodman and Kyser and Miller help to make things bright,
Mixin' hot licks with vanilla, jukebox Saturday night.

They put nothin' past us, me and honey lamb, makin' one Coke last us, till it's time to scram.

Money, we really don't need that, we make out all right,

Lettin' the other guy feed that jukebox Saturday night.

After sippin' a soda we got a scheme, somebody else plays the record machine;

It's so easy to say pet names when you listen to the trumpet of Harry James.

We love to hear that tenor croon whenever The Ink Spots sing a tune.

Money, we really don''t need that, we make out all right,

Lettin' the other guy feed that jukebox Saturday night.