Where a little ball of rhythm's has a shoeshine stand
The people gather round and they clap their hands
he's a great big bundle of joy.
He pops a boogie woogie rag
the Chattanooga shoeshine boy.
He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe
He makes the oldest kind of leather look like new
You feel as though you wanna dance when
he gets through.
He's a great big bundle of joy.
He pops a boogie woogie rag
the Chattanooga shoeshine boy.
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
the way he makes it pop!
You ought to see him fan the air
with his hoppity hippity hoppity hippity hop!
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get 'em early when they're feeling fine
Everybody gets a little rise and shine
with a great big bundle of joy
He pops a boogie woogie rag
the Chattanooga shoeshine boy!
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