Now....friends let me tell you about this cat
That i once met.
Smooth talker...with an export cigarette.
I don't believe i ever saw him without a cocktail in his hand,
And no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band.
Now he strolls through the city like a big ol' alley cat
With his pinstripe suit
And a big bad voodoo hat.
I don't believe i ever saw him without a kitten on his hand,
And no one swings as hard
To the big bad voodoo band.
*chorus*
Hey mr. pinstripe suit.
Hey mr. hi de
Hi de ho.
Well i know you got the answers that
We all wanna know.
Hey mr. wingtip shoes.
Hey mr. always on the go.
Well i know you got the answers that we all wanna know.
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