Jukebox Saturday Night Lyrics

Mopping up soda pop rickeys

To our heart's delight

Dancing to swingeroo quickies

Jukebox Saturday night



Goodman and Kyser and Miller

Help to make things bright

Mixing hot licks with vanilla

Jukebox Saturday night



They put nothing past us

Me and honey lamb

Making one Coke last us

Till it's time to scram



Money we really don't need bad

We make out alright

Letting the other guy feed that

Jukebox Saturday night



After sipping 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

Then I sure would be a sad man

If I didn't know...



Money we really don't need it

We make out alright

Letting the other guy feed that

Jukebox Saturday night