If you‘d like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug,
Put whiskey, wine and gin within,
And shake it all up and then begin.
Grab a cup and start to toss,
You are drinking jitter sauce!
Don‘t you worry, you just mug,
And then you‘ll be a jitter bug!
Hear this fat boy blowing his horn;
He‘s been a bug since the day he was born,
His favorite jitter sauce is rye,
I swear, he‘ll drink it ‘til the day he die!
Toot your whistle and ring your bell,
Oh, butchie-wutchie, time will tell,
Don‘t you worry, you just mug,
You‘ll always be a jitter bug!
These four boys playing saxophone,
Order jitter sauce by phone,
Central, give me Harlem 4-9-4,
I think these bugs could drink some more,
They drink sauce from morn to night
And never stop until they‘re tight,
Don‘t you worry, they just mug,
They‘re poor little jitter bugs!.