[Words and Music by Jack Stapp and Harry Stone]
Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand
Where a little ball o'rhythm has a shoe shine stand
People gather 'round and they clap their hands
He's a great big bundle o'joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe shine boy
He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe
He makes the oldest kind o'leather look like new
You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle o' joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie 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-hippity
Hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o'joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe shine boy
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It's a wonder that the rag don't tear
The way he makes it pop
Just listen to him fan the air
Here goes
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine
He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine
Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine
With the great big bundle o'joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe shine boy
The Chattanoogie shoe shine boy
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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