Jukebox Saturday Night Lyrics
Jukebox Saturday Night - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)/Glenn Miller
Moppin' up soda pop Rickey's
To our hearts 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 bad
We make out alright
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
If I didn't know why the roses grow
Then I wouldn't know why the roses grow
Now listen honey child
If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know
And I sure would be a sad man
If I didn't know
Money we really don't need it
We'll make out alright
Lettin' the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night