He's got great big feet, he's jumping to the beat
He's been dancing in the street
He's dressed so fine, got lots of loot
We like to call him Mr. Zoot Suit
He drives a great big car, smokes a big cigar
Looks like a king, and he acts like a star
When we see him drive by, he goes «toot, toot»
We all shout, «Hey, Mr. Zoot Suit!»
He's got a purple suspenders and a yellow tie (say what?)
Come on boys, I tell you no lie
He's got all those hats, funky spats
He is the hippest cat
No, no he can't be beat
Wherever he goes he turns up the heat
So when you see him drive by with that big cheroot
Don't forget to shout «Hey, Mr. Zoot Suit!»