Chattanooga Shoe Shine Boy    (1950)

Have you ever passed the corner of Fourth and Grand
Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoe shine stand?
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle of joy
He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoe shine 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 want to dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle of joy
He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoe shine 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-hop-hop!

He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get 'em early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise and shine
From the great big bundle of joy
He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoe shine 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-hop-hop!

He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get 'em early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise and shine
From the great big bundle of joy
He pops a boogie woogie rag, the Chattanooga shoe shine boy

The Chattanooga shoe shine boy

Lyrics by Harry Stone and Jack Stapp.
Recorded by Red Foley; Freddy Cannon; Leon McAuliffe.


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