Bobby's Shoes

I would like to be in Bobby's shoes

I would like to be in Bobby's shoes

Worrying 'bout nothing

Still singing the blues

I would like to be in Bobby's shoes

I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove

I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove

Shuffling through the sixteenths

With nothing to prove

I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove

I would like to swing with Ella's bag

(a tisket, a tasket)

I would like to swing with Ella's bag

(a little yellow basket)

Scatting through the city

No need to brag

I would like to swing with Ella's bag

Oh, what a sensation

What an exceptional, poetical, emotional inspiration

The music's all around, excactly like it should be

Listen to it

The harmonies takes over

You can sing whatever you like to do

We'll be singing with you

Scattin' it through

The beat, the buzz

No matter what the fuzz

Just keep it coming to you

It's always playing

It's a major minor thing

To follow these footsteps

Just got to swing it, sing it,

Fake it 'til you make it

I would like to be in Moody's mood

(There I go, there I go)

I would like to be in Moody's mood

(There I go)

Wrapped up in the music

Where no one can intrude

I would like to be in Moody's

I would like to be in Moody's

I would like to be in Moody's mood