Testo Be-Bop Santa Claus - Sweet Daddy Lowe
Testo della canzone Be-Bop Santa Claus (Sweet Daddy Lowe), tratta dall'album Yule Be Boppin'
'Twas the black before Christmas, and all through the dawn
The scene was deserted but for old Pops and Mom
There they sat hung in their big easy chair
Goofed on egg nog, sherry and beer
Sis and little Junior lay snoozin' in bed
While visions of rap tracks danced in their heads
Moms jumped up and said "Pops, let's quit it to bed
We can't let Santa dig us with our eyes all red"
Then out on the stoop, ooh wee, such a clatter
Pops split to the porthole to see what's the matter
His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back
When his glimmers fell on a red Cadillac
Stashed in front was a cat cool as any
With a red beaver hat and a red cashmere benny
His ground-pads were suede shoes
And his red tweed vine cost heavy dues
He wore a red-on-red shirt and a white mink tie
Some crazy-rimmed glasses that covered one eye
Old Pops peepers grew large, round and white
As he dug this crazy vista on Christmas Eve night
The cat leaped from his short and he lay down his sack
He began wailing like mad the cool applejack
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew
And the cat in red followed on through
Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene
And before he was straight
Down came the cat right through the chimney grate
A bag of jive he had on his back
As he stood digging Pop who was blowing his stack
His eyeballs were hid behind some cool black shades
When Pops dug this action, he knew this cat was made
A king-size cigarette hung from his chops
As he eased up close and sounded on Pops
"I'm the Be-Bop Santa from the cool North Pole
And I've been down since the days of old
"I'm known all over from here to eternity
And a stud's mighty square if he don't dig me
"So cast thy peepers into my righteous bag and see
What in-zane object I shall lay upon thee
"Here's a record by Diz, cut when he was two
A real boss arrangement of Ool Yah Koo
"For Moms, a mink outfit, Chanel No. 5
And for you little kiddies, my new book on jive"
So that's it, Pops, Santa did shout
Then he buttoned his cashmere and quickly cut out
Poor Pops was wiggin' and was out of his head
To dig this wild character who wore all the red
He ran to the table to cop him a drink
To quiet his nerves and to help him to think
Just then from below he heard a voice shout
"Have a crazy cool Christmas, but don't get knocked out"
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Writer(s): Babs Gonzales
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