Jilted (c. 1954)

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!

Now, here's old Father, a wicked old man

Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can

He drinks jitter sauce every morn

That's why jitter sauce was born

See him shake with his trombone

He just can't leave that sauce alone

Get along, Father, you just mug

You'll always be a jitter bug!

There's Rip Van with his eyes a-twinkle

We named him after Rip Van Winkle

Like Rip, he'd sleep for twenty years

If he could get his fill of beer

Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand

Soon he forgets that he's in the band

Don't awaken him, just let him mug;

He'll always be a jitter bug