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Jean Goldkette andamp; His Orchestra - Sunday Lyrics
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I want a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal

I want a reef sleeve with the right stripe
And the dressed best, and the glad you glad
And the ladies are bad, to see my lit Sunday gown

I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream
"Here comes the walkin' rainbow"

Sweet to make a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal

I want a brown gown with the zop top
With the hip slip, and the laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man

I want a scat hat with trim brim
And a zag back with the rimmed zip
To look plenty hip to see my Sunday Sam

I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Here lies a lucky feller"
So keen that he'll scream
"Baby's in Technicolor"

I want a brown gown, zop top
With the hip slip, laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man

Hip man, dream dress
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I want a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal

I want a reef sleeve with the right stripe
And the dressed best, and the glad you glad
And the ladies are bad, to see my lit Sunday gown

I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream
"Here comes the walkin' rainbow"

Sweet to make a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal

I want a brown gown with the zop top
With the hip slip, and the laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man

I want a scat hat with trim brim
And a zag back with the rimmed zip
To look plenty hip to see my Sunday Sam

I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Here lies a lucky feller"
So keen that he'll scream
"Baby's in Technicolor"

I want a brown gown, zop top
With the hip slip, laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man

Hip man, dream dress
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Writer: Ray Gilbert, Bob O'Brien
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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