Bobby's Shoes

I would like to be in Bobby's shoes
I would like to be in Bobby's shoes
Worrying 'bout nothing
Still singing the blues
I would like to be in Bobby's shoes

I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove
I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove
Shuffling through the sixteenths
With nothing to prove
I would like to bounce in Purdie's groove

I would like to swing with Ella's bag
(a tisket, a tasket)
I would like to swing with Ella's bag
(a little yellow basket)
Scatting through the city
No need to brag
I would like to swing with Ella's bag

Oh, what a sensation
What an exceptional, poetical, emotional inspiration
The music's all around, excactly like it should be
Listen to it
The harmonies takes over
You can sing whatever you like to do
We'll be singing with you
Scattin' it through
The beat, the buzz
No matter what the fuzz
Just keep it coming to you
It's always playing
It's a major minor thing
To follow these footsteps
Just got to swing it, sing it,
Fake it 'til you make it

I would like to be in Moody's mood
(There I go, there I go)
I would like to be in Moody's mood
(There I go)
Wrapped up in the music
Where no one can intrude
I would like to be in Moody's
I would like to be in Moody's
I would like to be in Moody's mood