Beneath the bebop moon I want to croo With you Beneath the Mambo Sun I got to be the one With you, with you My life's a shadowless horse If I can't get across To you In the alligator rain My heart's all pain For you, for you Girl, you're good And I've got wild knees For you On a mountain range I'm Dr. Strange For you, for you Upon a savage lake Make no mistake I love you I got a powder-keg leg And my wig's all pooped For you, for you With my head in my hands I'm a hungry man For you I got stars in my beard And I feel real weird For you Beneath the bebop moon I'm howling like a loon For you Beneath the Mambo Sun I've got to be the one For you, for you

When you're on your own And you've got them twisting bones And a red hot poker burning in your ear You think you've had it but you ain't nowhere near You think you've had it but you're nowhere near Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the ground Oh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run Don't let the children catch you Don't let all the children catch you Gonna knock you down With the liquour and love Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run Don't let them catch you out here on the streets because you've got no soul Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run Don't let the children catch you Don't let all the children catch you

Down around the corner in a little school Children learn their lessons and the golden rule 'Cause they got a teacher up from Basin Street And she does her teachin' with a boogie beat Teachin' the ABCs with rhythm and ease Every single mornin', It's the same old thing All the kids are waitin' for the bell to ring When they hear it ringin', they all jump in line Walk into the classroom, feeling mighty fine To learn their ABCs with rhythm and ease Well, a-readin', writin', rithmetic Taught to the tune of a licorice stick No education is ever complete Without a boogie-woogie-woogie beat, well all reet When the day is over and it's time to go The children get their books and stand right at the door Teacher is so happy, 'cause she's done her bit To educate the kids and make 'em really fit To say their ABCs with rhythm and ease Well, a-readin', writin', 'rithmetic Taught to the tune of a licorice stick No education is ever complete Without a boogie-woogie-woogie beat, well all reet When the day is over and it's time to go The children get their books and stand right at the door Teacher is so happy, 'cause she's done her bit To educate the kids and make 'em really fit To say their ABCs with rhythm and ease