Shakey threw a party that lasted all night. Everybody drank a lot of something nice. There was an old fashioned band of married men. Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so. The ladies looked bad but the music was sad. No one took their eyes off Lorraine. She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll. Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so. Yeah! it was time to unfreeze. When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees. Slam! so it wasn't a game. Cracking all the mirrors in shame. Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man. Well he talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon. Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man. Well he walks like a jerk. But he's only taking care of the room. Must be in tune. A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands. So Shakey hung him up to dry. The pundits were joking the manholes were smoking. And every bottle battled with the reason why. The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone. A throw back from someone's LP. A lemon in a bag played the Tiger Rag. And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding. Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf. For I couldn't understand the conversation. Yeah! I ran to the street looking for information. Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man. He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon. Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man. He walks like a jerk. But he's only taking care of the room. Must be in tune. Watch that man. Watch that man. Oh ah oh. Watch that man. Oh oh oh. Watch that man. oooh ooh. Watch that man. oh (Watch that man). (Watch that man). (Watch that man). (Watch that man). (Watch that man) oh oh. (Watch that man).