Some friends of mine, just the other night,
went to hear this cool cat blow.
The say he sang so good that the roof fell in, and they didn't even stop the show.
They don't remember the place, but they remember the face, and now everybody wanna go.
Top Jimmy cooks, Top Jimmy swings.
He's got the look. Top Jimmy, he's the king.
Jimmy on the television, famous people laughing with him,
Jimmy on the news at five.
Jimmy on the radio and even on the video, that baddest cat alive.
Driving all the women crazy, only want Jimmy-baby,
love it when he rolls his eyes.
Juke-joint Jimmy is the latest thing, he's got the sound that everybody digs.
And the joint been jumpin' when the band been pumpin' and you know they're playing crazy gigs.
Well you ain't been living till you've seen the living thing,
Top Jimmy and his Rhythm Pigs
Drop Dead Legs
Drop dead legs, pretty smile, hurts my head, gets me wild.
Dig that steam, giant butt, makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you
And nothing else could ever do.
You know that you want it.
I know what it is.
You know that you want it, baby,
When the night is through, will I still be loving you ?
Dig those moves, vam-pire set me loose, get it higher.
Throw my rope, loop-de-loop nice white teeth, Betty Boop.
Set it cool real heavy.
I ain't fooled, gettin' ready.
Chorus: (Guitar solo)